Night Owl Poem by Jim Coleman

What is it that makes the world go round?
Our planet bears us on its back,
as it flies through the night without a sound.
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I sometimes wonder when I go down
to make us morning tea (one white one black) :
What is it that makes the world go round?
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At sixty-seven thousand mph it rounds
the sun, on a never-ending track,
as it flies through the night without a sound.
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The answer has to be profound.
I go to Google and check the facts.
What is it that makes the world go round?
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At a thousand mph it spins around
the orbits of innumerable clocks,
as it flies through the night without a sound.
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Unaware, we stand here on the ground,
not knowing where we're going. No going back.
What is it that makes the world go round,
as it flies through the night without a sound?