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Oct 2014
I
go so fast a pedaling
balanced
I love to take the corners
low
to the ground
Wheels get almost firey red
the faster I
go.
Skid

to
a STOP.

Wait....


Clear, I go fast a pedaling again
my hair flies in the wind
a corner is coming up.
I get
low.
wordvango
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wordvango
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