Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Sir Doyle and Her


Metal Click Click
Click spokes go round
On my polished new Schwinn
                 And her’s too
Fresh of the shop, in Glory
Off to celebrate wind
Metal Clink Clink
Sharp pains in crash
A tumble to gritty street
                 A stale, hot dust
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