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Summer morning fresh and crisp
the magic that a ride to the country
a young girl brings
the ride on your bike, the air on my face
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My uncle now, can hardly walk, his ten speed bike has long been gone, all that remains is a wooden cane, uncle's only new trusted friend. Very impressive poem.
Memories of life! ! I still remember! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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8/3/2025 7:48:11 PM # 1.0.0
Simply great, dear Ma’am Luz.....10+++
Thank you for your infinite support dear friend, and the 10++