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Riding our bikes is wonders and sights,
Natural vibes full of sound and delight,
In the sunshine with the light in our eyes,
Feeling in flight up as high as a kite.
Riding our bikes is falling and scrapes,
Full on careen on marginal brakes,
Wobble and slide through slippery planes,
Bruises abide with pains from our sprains.
Riding our bikes is glowing and sweat,
Eat what we please, like juicy baguettes,
Weaving through trees and wondrous vignettes,
Glide through cities, all worries forget.
Riding our bikes is chaos and muck,
Smudges and grime, and riding our luck,
Danger at night, evading the trucks,
With crew by your side, that feeling is love.
