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Observation poem

The bike resting on a tree

Waiting for an old friend.

The wheel spinning

Like a Golden Retriever 

Doing tricks for treats.

The heavy chain screaming

For help like a stranded man.

The rusty handlebars sticking 

Out like the devils horns.

The pedals hanging,

Unable to move.

The seat wanting 

Someone to ride it.

The body waiting patiently

For its turn for someone to 

Clean it.

The spindles roaring for 

Someone to make them 

Dizzy one last time.

The bell ding dings for a

Person to clean and use it

The gears waiting patiently

as they have no-one to use them.

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