Night rider.
by justbekozlowski
My bicycle clicks and the wind blows a racket,
Of course, the first day I did not wear a jacket,
There are some miles to go, to get to my bed,
So I pedal, reciting these words in my head.
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My bicycle clicks and the wind blows a racket,
Of course, the first day I did not wear a jacket,
There are some miles to go, to get to my bed,
So I pedal, reciting these words in my head.
