I get my friend,
we call and meet,
Mounting our bikes and pushing the pedals,
Speeding! Flying!
s-l-o-w, s-l-o-w
just ride gently
talking and thinking
about things
We go fast again whoosh
to a screeching halt.
Now we're alone, the
fun is gone.
But it will happen again.
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