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Jan 2014
The birds sat idle on the grassy hill
No movement occured, except for the shrill
Callings of my elated teenage voice
I rolled down the ***** on my transit of choice,
My newly purchased two wheel machine
The birds flew away; it was only a dream.
Written by
Lochlan C  Ireland
(Ireland)   
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