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About This Poem
The Bike Ride
She twists him like a vine,
While the bike rushes.
More speed ;she hugs him tightly:
It is an ecstatic ride.
The bike roars and jolts
With the thrill never experienced.
The small pits on the road
Jerk them with the bike.
The bike splashes beautifully
Rain water in the pits.
It is a very risky drive,
But a reduced speed both dislike.
The greatest pleasures hide
In pits of risks.
FABIYAS M V
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