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Cruising

Riding my bike.

Feeling free and happy as can be.

The sound of the engine as it roars down the road.

Cruising and turning.

Slowing and speeding.

Nothing could be better than a warm day, a cool ride
with you on the back there is nothing more divine.

Heaven or earth can not compare than you and me and my bike on a ride.

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