The Bike
The bike is tired as the tree watched over it like its guardian.
The spindles are like pasta and the wheels are like meatballs.
The bike is waiting for his owner as it perseveres to move.
The bike looks out for his friend to join him.
The bike is tired as the tree watched over it like its guardian.
The spindles are like pasta and the wheels are like meatballs.
The bike is waiting for his owner as it perseveres to move.
The bike looks out for his friend to join him.
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