i raise my finger to test the wind
change gears to make it lighter
now i'm cruising neighborhood
i squeeze brakes it bites good
turn around if there's any squeaks
so far so good, tire is a bit soft
i'm feeling better now i have ride
from parking lot to my workplace
i have to buy chain and sturdy lock
happy riders get carried away
sometimes they become senile
take it home said it's only a while
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