It was black,
3-speed,
bought with paper route money
and it had a banana seat.
How proud I was of that bike
up early for the morning route
tool around the neighborhood
independency to ride around town
through the woods
to the river,
the bottle dump,
to the park, the ballfield,
to school
mine
August 18, 2006 20:31
(Raymond A. Foss)
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