The boy was having fun
Riding his bike in and out of the sun
Up and down the street
The Autumn wind so sweet
If he was old enough for a Motorbike
He wouldn't have to use the baseball cards his brothers like
To make that loud varoom sound
As his front wheel leaves the ground
From the porch a yell catches him off-guard
Hey Mickey, have you seen my DiMaggio Rookie Card
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I would like to translate this poem
wonderful. i love how you seem to encompass a paramount part of childhood with a few sentences.