Sunday, March 8, 2009

My cruiser cycle

I have this cycle and she’s my baby

Always with me, eager to fulfill

A journey to someplace in full speed

She knows my faults and I know hers

But whatever comes our way she’ll be there

Never before had I seen such care

We ride together from dawn till dusk

If she complains then I’ll stop

Never, we had to quarrel about such stuff

From the front glass of the store I see my baby

She’s all pretty and dressed up, waiting for me

But I can’t ride with her, I’m unable

For I don’t have a cruiser cycle

And she’ll never be my baby

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