Biking; Country Style
Two spoked wheels, blurry sped;
A road's sky-way on.
Now feather-light, now a-flutter
Sat of me upon.
All that's blowy to feel
Within as without
Is this its rush - Freedom's.
Through a joyous shout.
old anglesea rd.c. 2002
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