Thursday, March 3, 2016


A Trike with one Wheel
And rusted red Steel
Her center off Keel
Chipped paint that will Peel

How long must one Bide
As hard as one Tried
One just cannot Ride
How one must of Cried

Though one may not Like
One now has to Hike
For that little Trike
Is No more a Bike

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