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BIKE
BIKE
It's sitting there by my home.
It's outside my place. It's always in that place.
I bet somebody that bike, must really like.
It's pink and white. I see it during the day. There, all the time, it does stay. I see it at night.
It's all alone.
It's sometimes by the stairs. It's sometimes by the sign. It's fine.
It's by the street. It's really neat.
Do the pedals miss the feet?
I wonder to whom it does belong.
It never seems to move along.
Day after day after day. It never goes away.
It's there in the sun. I'm sure somebody finds it fun.
It's there in the rain. I don't want to complain. I wonder if it does rust? It must.
I hope it's owner is not going insane.
It's there in the snow. Never away does it go.
