can't hear the street noise,
windows closed by choice,
boyz'n girlz play with toys,
cars, trucks and motorcycles,
the boulevard rumbles in cycles,
but what if it were only bicycles,
oh let's not forget the transit buses,
without them there would be fussy,
folks unable get to work if it was sunny, and
dusty,
or slushy,
or muddy,
birds whistle, crows caw, some young
seagull already lost, calling out "spring has sprung"
and "can't find you", pack of coyotes howl, the young
whoop it up over a first ****
an early morning ****
not for the thrill of a new skill,
but to provide, as
in nature no one gets a free ride.
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 9:32 PM UTC
can't hear the street noise,
windows closed by choice,
boyz'n girlz play with toys,
cars, trucks and motorcycles,
the boulevard rumbles in cycles,
but what if it were only bicycles,
oh let's not forget the transit buses,
without them there would be fussy,
folks unable get to work if it was sunny, and
dusty,
or slushy,
or muddy,
birds whistle, crows caw, some young
seagull already lost, calling out "spring has sprung"
and "can't find you", pack of coyotes howl, the young
whoop it up over a first ****
an early morning ****
not for the thrill of a new skill,
but to provide, as
in nature no one gets a free ride.
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