Bikes In My Barn
Glorious and beautiful bikes of the past
With their many stories of achievement and
Fun
Waiting in my barn
Decaying
And
Collecting dust
Strewn in heaps
Of neglect
While
Remembering
And
Discussing their glory
Awaiting in stillness
The
End of time
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