The leather strap hung on to the white striped birch tree clinging on for its life.
The bikes saddle held on by the rusty old screws.
The gears turn round in a never ending circle.
The intricate spider web dangles from the handles to the peddles.
The elder flowers grow long and proud that sits upon the bike .
The light looks to have been smashed with a base ball bat.
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First of all the gears aren’t even turning so they aren’t infinitely turning also an elder flower is a type of email and peddles is not how you spell pedals