It was a gift from Nana. Swimming in his circular tank of water, the fish…
mountain biking
I speed down the mountain
On my trail riding machine
I pass all the terrain
And all the pine
This poem makes me...
- Think (9%)
- Smile (26%)
- Somber (3%)
- Surprised (59%)
- Feel a Connection (0%)
- Inspired (3%)
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