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Freedom Is A Bicycle

Freedom is a bicycle she wears her name with pride she picked you up and fixed you on the days you fell and cried she taught you things you thought you knew and she reminded you of love and on the days you fell and cried she flew and took you high above. ecstatic visions from the mountain top around the bend a lake a forest of ferns and trees so green she startles you awake
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Oct 29, 2013
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