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Once we mature we forget about tricycles Leave it to the less mature mind A plaything for children Maybe I should forget about tricycles A remnant of the past I can’t forget Holding to childlike fantasy I don’t really think anyone likes tricycles Cumbersome and slower than a bike Not practical by any sense When would we even use tricycles Maybe a clown at a circus A child down a hill before scraping its knee Perhaps one day I’ll let go of tricycles Hands off the handlebars arms held out Riding a bicycle into oblivion
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Feb 15, 2024
Feb 15, 2024 at 1:27 AM UTC
Tricycle
Once we mature we forget about tricycles Leave it to the less mature mind A plaything for children Maybe I should forget about tricycles A remnant of the past I can’t forget Holding to childlike fantasy I don’t really think anyone likes tricycles Cumbersome and slower than a bike Not practical by any sense When would we even use tricycles Maybe a clown at a circus A child down a hill before scraping its knee Perhaps one day I’ll let go of tricycles Hands off the handlebars arms held out Riding a bicycle into oblivion
At least I’m self aware if nothing else, what more can ya ask for
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23/M/Nunya
Feb 15, 2024
Feb 15, 2024 at 1:27 AM UTC
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