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| The wheels spin 'round, the wind flies past. The bike is coasting very fast. It takes me where I want to go. It's often fast, and rarely slow. On hills I feel the muscles strain But they're relaxing on the plain. Two wheels, two legs, one great machine! A finer sight you've never seen. It rolls along the road of life, Escaping sorrow, pain, and strife. My bike is like a great white steed. It makes me feel alive indeed. | ||
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