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Blue Bike ,Northern Dialect

Blue bike(Northern dialectably) A bicycle that’s new was blue and swankity it had 52 spokes all chromed and silver fancery That bike was mine I rode up hills to see the countery and down dales to go fast and rode it chancery That bike was mine I popped a tyre down near ta factory and I took it home to tell ta family we got out spoons and inspected ta mattery then I put a plaster were the puncture bubbled watery That bike was mine It had 10 gears which were satisfactory five were hard and the others sappery but it got me going were I want ta be That bike was mine Soon I was looking for a new bike practically with ten more gears and a name that suited me but I’ll never forget that blue bike frankily Because that bike was mine

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