The Bicycle
The rusty bike is a lost car in no were.
A chain is rotten noodles how no won will touch.
Is popped wells are lake two heads sleeping heavily on the grass.
The rusty paint is lake abandon soared in the dip water.
Pedals are lake a car stop’s when you us it.
The cog is like a shining sun.
The saddle is a lonely site that wants to be sat on.
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