Spin a Round - Keychain

Spin a Round - Keychain(Chorus) Here's to the merry, the bold, and the sound, In our cups, we'll dance and we'll drown. But when the night's mirth comes to its close, Who'll buy the last round? Nobody knows! (Verse 1) From the first clink of glass till the stars dimly shine, We'll revel and carouse, singing songs so fine. But as glasses grow empty and spirits run dry, Who'll step up to the bar with a gleam in their eye? (Chorus) Here's to the merry, the bold, and the sound,

and pockets may strain

ticking low

we've got them covered

In the dimness of the wooded glade

Small bits of tarnish may be present from the stripping process

Material:  Milk glass

5”(widest point)x5”

Origin:  India

If love’s a game then

Yet prepared for flight

or do we simply decree it upon this or that

a far-off owl’s call—seems magnified in the stillness