Thinking about all the wasted years of driving that station wagon. He rides to the senior citizens bowling green, on his bicycle. Just like sixty years ago, when he used to ride to school everyday.
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Were we picked like fruit
did we choose to be chosen?
IN THE BEGINNING
We did choose to be chosen
we were picked like fruit!
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Posted to The American Sandwich game..and The NaiSaiKu Challenge?
for Monday Poetry Train Revisited
Moral of the story: Never stop riding a bike!
ReplyDeleteI did neither..
I walk...:D
tea with mixed drinks
I really must try to get into this - intriguing!
ReplyDeleteThe cycle leads to second childhood :-)
ReplyDeleteVery clever indeed (by the way, so is anthonynorth's response...)
ReplyDeleteso good
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