Who runs there
Paddling on the road
Four footed my bicycle
Two hands and legs two
Weary of its days work
Sleeps in corner little
With buzzing night
And sleep tight
Awaken to the ring
Set sharp at 6:30 morn
Goes to morning rituals
For seat and the rim wash
Wonder sometimes
Who paddles my life
Such was sweetness mixed
None dared to discard
Why was I not born twin
The ME and my BICYCLE
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