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Jun 2012
His life had been the kind that touched the wind,
That defied the rain, that became a part of all that was.
Twas his effort alone that turned the pedals,
That spun the wheels and took him where he e’er would go.
Sophisticated man he was, dismounted his bike when day was done.
Saddest day when his foot was stayed, like the setting of the sun

(May 1, 2012)
LAURA LYNCH
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