cycling
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A job,
a hangout,
but, most importantly a place to drink beer!
In the winter we're slow and idle
in the summer we're busy,
with inventory vital.
Throughout the time I've been around,
I laugh at your jokes,
I jest with your words,
I smile at your looks,
I continue living each and every day.
I hurt inside. Laugh.
I don’t want to tell you. Jest.
When the winds ice your cheek
And the pedals are at work,
You look to the world around you
And you wear a gentle smirk.
The leaves are racing along the road
