Bicycle

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    Bicycle

     Up and down m y pedals go,
    This contraption I am perched,
    A twist of metal, plastic and oil
    My favorite thing upon this earth,
    I pick up the pace, my heart starts to pound
    Focused on forwards, head down
    I don't hear a sound.
    Faster and faster as the sweat starts to dip
    I am filled with joy as my legs burn,
    Noone quite gets it,
    I ride all alone,
    Freedom isn't free but this is very close,
     I don't hear a sound.
    Swiftly, dart through obstacles,
    I sometimes hate it,
    but these feelings quickly cease,
    sweat and rain and fresh air,
    and grease,
    I love this, it is me
    I do not hear a sound.

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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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