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Pedal power.

Down fickle street

they ride jalopy's just for fun.

Hoot at the cyclist , gerrymander the Vue.

I spy grief hurtling down,

plume grey from the exhaust.

We're no wiser, no leaner

ingesting your worn speed pedals

bravo.

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