Finding a secret source of bliss
Brings always a smile to your face:
Like the one I've found
Tooling out backroads on my spoke-spun pony:
Gliding through long canopies of oak leaves
On a splendid June morning,
Heading in particular Nowhere:
Down county roads like Auburn, Orion, or Ponderosa
Neglected by most traffic:
And instead of clicking down to low gears
Getting off the darn thing
And just pushing it
Up those shady pavements:
Best of all, doesn't cost a dime!
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