Biking Kids

July 1, 2015

Hey kid,

I’m yo king.
I’m your kind,
one-of-a-kind,
egg-yoke-yoking king.

I’m a walking
wall king,
I’m a talking
tall king,
Even a stalking
stall king,

...just joking.
I’m a kid,
just like you.
I like biking too!

Bye,

King.

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