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Take the threads of falsehood
Made from the spindle of selfishness
Put them over the pleasure loom
And then I spin
First take the colors of deception
Starting from the meager yellow
Going on to green from the glorifying glum
Add a little hot spicy touch
Use ravishing red
And so I spin
Things turn black
Or they may go all crazy
But I play along as it goes
Though all alone'¦ though all dead
I tell a tale'¦ as I spin
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For those of us that have a voice and want others to hear us, that is what we do, "I tell a tale as I spin". With the Internet, there are so many options for others to see and hear what we spin. With the Internet our voice is not lost in the crowd although it may seem like that at times. If one person hears and sees what we spin, we are not alone.
