As You Ride a Bicycle
G-ray clouds don't gather,
H-aze and fog fade away;
E-arly Sunday morning
N-ever evades the new day.
A-s February nineteenth break,
Z-enith awaits the beacon;
U-nderneath the blue sky,
E-vening chill is gone.
L-et the weather today remain fine and well;
A-im to reach your goal, as you ride a bicycle.
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