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And in that summer we seemed infinite Hair streaming behind us as we flew Down the neverending driveway Pebbles skidding out of the way Of our whirling wheels Shoelaces flapping against the spokes
Happy Wanting to convey that taste of childhood...bliss, Before it slips Through My hands gripping the bars-
Some people ride their bikes for fun, others in a race Others, so that they can lose their friend around their waist Many people own bicycles, all around the nation
Optomisitc mind Embraces the wet bike ride. Feed perspective growth.
I’m part of a group – The Midnight Bike Riders Trying to Fly. We ride every night and whirl the wheels that move us Until we envision the spokes spreading out into dainty wings. Our heads bow low over the handlebars
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