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The brand new sun Fresh from the vacation In clouds and cold Taking out the bike Raising the seat to accommodate New height Riding down the smooth hill Zooming so fast That you can’t hear someone yell your name Feeling the wind whip your hair Your shirt, pants Legs, arms and face Seeing a car and coming to a soft stop Lazily turning around -- heading back up the hill And doing it all over again
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Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 12:49 PM UTC
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The brand new sun Fresh from the vacation In clouds and cold Taking out the bike Raising the seat to accommodate New height Riding down the smooth hill Zooming so fast That you can’t hear someone yell your name Feeling the wind whip your hair Your shirt, pants Legs, arms and face Seeing a car and coming to a soft stop Lazily turning around -- heading back up the hill And doing it all over again
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Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 12:49 PM UTC
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