Handlebar Poems - Poems about Handlebar

...May you be guarded by Grace and wings made of light beside a gentle prayer, filled with God's might ! May life be a journey of knowledge and pure delight as you walk the path of love, may you b......

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...Only a few make a pact with the wind Only a few know the joy there within Free of the shadow that follows and stalks Escaping tomorrow in moments recaught Horizons lie waiting as......

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...Mr. Abbott Mr. Abbott bought a steam powered Stanley He felt it made him look rather manly He has a large handlebar moustache Constantly covered in soot and ash In his finery,......

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...In 1894, Annie climbed on a bike Told the doubters to take a hike Planned to cycle cross the planet, found sponsors, took a gun Though she died 50 years after, her legend had begun. How much is......

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...It's weird to subscribe to the following: Heaven Past lives Ghosts Nothing It depends what suits in the moment, perhaps due to being taught to 'have faith' and not question I got a little carr......

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...Valentine’s straddling bikes, hiking it to the mall. Youthful and carefree; passing trees in revelry as the sun plays peekaboo through its leaves. Half a heart, each. Each pounding the busy str......

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...Little princess you've had a long day, Running,laughing,keeping boredom at bay, It's been lots of fun but now you must rest, You need lots of sleep to look at your best. So take off your day cl......

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...Learn to ride a bicycle is not simple As is life The accessories like the pedals, the chain, the tires And the handlebar Must all in good conditions As are life essentials a must You must push......

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...At the curb Without its mother Rusty creature Up to your knee New born from the wild Of unwanted chances Hobbles on training wheels Pink-perked handlebar ears Hand written sign FREE Danglin......

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...When the snake charmers walk along the lanes, The excited kids follow them in chains. Holding their snakes in round baskets and pots, The charmers search for the suitable spots. Wear specific a......

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...Climb those many stairs, up to the stars. “Cut!” Comes the child, the wee Pinkerton. Stunt double, doubles down, with plethora of scars. Fate is what it is, bumps, bruises...sorta fun. Pinkerto......

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...“The path we're taking is not a road, Kiyo, it's a pier, and it ends someplace where the sea begins. It can't be helped.” ? Yukio Mishima I will not love you. I have read all your thoughts lik......

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...Doctors (particularly biomedical engineers)... really trolley train hard to keep track of patients Eye tell ya we (spuds) pulled up stakes after four yar and zero scores ago living in Bryn Mawr......

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...Never too old for good fun are we. Like riding a bike! One doesn’t forget - at least while we’re not out to pasture yet! Ready, set, go! Keep it steady for me up here on the handlebar. Give it yo......

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..."Remember when you were a careless eight-year-old kid riding a bike with your friends, racing each other around the neighborhood? Remember that feeling of absolute freedom as you felt the wind in you......

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