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Oct 2019
We're peddling our bikes
hoping views will change
picturing grass greens and ocean blues
peddling under night's and mid-afternoon skies
following the nightingales and morning robinsΒ Β 
but the the point has been lost
and we're without wheels
Zoe Holden
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Zoe Holden  21/F
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