by Gabriel crash gordon
Rode up the hill then down the hill,
looking for what was once.
But now it is,
or never was,
do I make sense so far?
Around sharp bends,
through mossy glens,
then I hit a bump.
My pedal broke,
the chain fell off,
Suppose I'll have to walk
Submission date : 2009-10-16
Last edit : 2009-10-16
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