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My Chicago Bike By Curtis Johnson There was once a Christmas past, that never seemed to last; Just like everything else, that slowly came, and quickly passed I prayed and prayed, that I would be granted, wheels that ran fast. I desired a bicycle, for fun and play, not to improve my daily task But a bike for my great desire, never came to pass, not even for Christmas I grew up and moved on away from home, forgetting the wheels I wanted to own. A licensed driver now, living in a much bigger town, of loud and massive sounds. But still I bought a bike with money of my own; Not for fun and play, but to go to work, and to get around Cj10292015PH