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Bike ride, April 2001

Christine Cahoon   Sun 05 Feb 2023

Start of the journey and things are easy
Passing through meadows and glens hazy
Hands gripped round bars, feet pushing hard
Knees like pistons, really powered
Wind through your hair and doing great
But when you fall off, it could make you late
Life can be great but sometimes rough
Although right now I’m doing enough.