Splatting ice cream cones,
warm weather people splashing about,
sun cream going squelch squelch.
The abandoned bike.
The frame like a hundred year old piece of pipe
The brakes clogged with moss
Looking as if it had just been pulled out of a lake where it lay unloved
The handles looking like a brave bulls horns
The saddle striped of its fine leather and left looking sad.
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