Bicycle

Poem By red face

Lives mend into the bearing as it threads away the fearing
The handle tenure as ment to be the cure
And the desperate spoke of the thing that turned
To break it has to exist for the worst
Finally got sick of the subsisting wheel
Then peddled my crank to the depths of hell

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