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Bike Poetry
I once had a bicycle
Cool as an Icicle
I thought I was slick
With my baby locked tight
I wept at the sight
Of the thief with a Bic
poem by Raiyn
Cool as an Icicle
I thought I was slick
With my baby locked tight
I wept at the sight
Of the thief with a Bic
poem by Raiyn
Wednesday, March 04, 2009
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