Quite often, on a Sunday morning,
Dad and I would take a cycle ride.
Up the steep hills, we would struggle,
But, down them, we would glide.
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A sad and happy poem with beautiful memories. A great write. May i invite you to read my new poem called, For Paul Blackburn. Its a true story.