Schwinn Poems - Poems about Schwinn

...The days of being small in size came back to me After growing up to be six feet three I could always get away with so much as a child From being sweet or sometimes wild I remember doing things as......

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...my first bike was a blue and white Schwinn the kind you pedal, a slow-mover without gears It was much harder than I thought; I had seen others ride bikes for years On them, it looked easy. For ......

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...KEY - W: Will/Me - F: Friend - M: Mom Thanksgiving week of '75, as a concurrent student earning multi-degrees from two campuses, and one off. I lived above the Uni, uphill, panicview Hilo ......

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... end of Haviland stilled kickstands & spokes of Schwinn our teen shapely thighs after school books are returned and mind wanders down the road chill in Summer heat orange & vanilla tw......

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...My childhood of the 1960's, all those years ago, feels like a Saturday in my journey nostalgic. The Cowsill's song "Flower Girl," their purity of song, of smiles. A daydream streams, of runnin......

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...College nights in Kentucky Not at all about blue grass But blaring voices Ricocheting across campus And just beyond Past the white picket fences My blond friend walked his bike next to me ......

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...Stuck in the past lane He drove a '64 Ford Fairlane Listened to early Beatles and Beach Boys Collection of Pet Rocks, his favorite toys Ate sandwiches on Wonder Bread Dreams of......

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...We did not dress up for Halloween In England, when I was of that age. Movies revealed what fun it was; the sheer joy in that, and other things American kids had, which we did not; comic book......

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...Nestled in the hills of the northeastern plain live the humblest people on earth They're the neighborly folk of Modesty, Maine plain-speaking and modest from birth Every year in cold mid-Decemb......

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...Was recalling being just thirteen, Riding on my Schwinn, it was a metallic green. To flirt with Tommy,the boy of my dreams. More delicious than my favorite ice cream. I wonder...was he as good as......

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...Childhood As I close my eyes and drift back in time The thoughts of being young come to mind When I was four, people were as tall as trees Looking ahead, all I saw was knuckles and knees Whe......

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... So well loved by their children. Our life coaches in how to play this intricate game of life. Cleverly guiding us on this highway with directions. Remember your Dad teaching you to ride......

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...Oh! as I begin this journal hardly ...I REMEMBER those Car-Keys I remember in high-school the first time I placed car keys in the ignition I remember that I had envision some grand flow ......

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...troubled youth void of couth non-cognizant of devious stratagems possessing them in hidden silence keeping alive — the violence causin' mother's to mourn mourn the loss of their precious ......

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...The ballerina with her coquetry and prince with yawning tights his legs stump me. Her twirl a-spin with graceful poise so long. The twaddle of his movements poor ping-pong. Unhand......

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