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the bike ride

April 10, 2024
By Anonymous

I walk outside and go on a bike ride.

I see everyone in their own bubble.

I spot the squirrelles recalling where they placed

their acorns last year.

I see the grass soaking up the freshly dropped rain.

I notice the trees waking up from their long rest.

I hear the birds singing songs I'll never understand.

I see the world most don't bother to see. 


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