I fly over the plain
No one knows why!
I have no pain
And my heartaches die.
I have my bicycle,
Rusty and broken almost.
That helps me to smile
As much as possible
As I'm it's host.
It bears toil
As much as I give,
But no words from it's mouth
Come, for it may be foil;
And I fly over the plain.
Day in and day out
It makes me cheerful,
And I expose my joy
Ringing it's bell.
December,2013
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