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The old bike

The weel is like a slimy snake curled up in a circle.

The  seat is like a old stachu  that had been left to worn away.

The light is as bright as a light house bulb.

The fram is a as dirty as a bike of mud.

The bike of time

The bike of time

In the rust of the wheels, time passed 
through ups and downs,
The handle bars bend like putty,
The seat of hard leather like a brick,
The headlight as old as a lantern in a mine shaft  Lit up , 
The blue chains of the bike are as bright as the 
Sea and as dark as the night,
The moss as old as time sits 
There on the bike of time, 
The  bike of time waits ready to be used,
The owner unknown.

You are… by Luke

You are rain hitting the ground like meteors crashing down on Earth and destroying everything in sight

You are a Golden Retriever running happily through the long crisp grass like a bullet shooting from a gun.

You are a rubber erasing out mistakes like there is no tomorrow.

You are central heating working overtime to keep people warm in the winter.

You are my worn out jumper waiting to be mended.