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Plane Bike

Plane Bike There was a man who was mad He screwed wings onto a motorcycle And went flying up high The engine turned the prop That was at the back And the front was a rudder His rear passenger was thin For his plane bike was slow With a 125cc engine Going from A to B No rush here 1500 feet up Motorbike made plane Land take the wings off Ride where you want No rush here... from LIZARD SNAIL 124K Nick Armbrister and other writers

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