The Village Bicycles
Each could be an exquisite entity.
They would have made quite a tandem.
Taking on life’s potholes together,
Instead of taking on riders at random.
They spent their days with wily ways,
And exhausted charm was overly plied.
And so they became the village bicycles,
And everyone took a ride.
Abuse and neglect will take their course,
Out of sight and out of mind.
The wheels of life become untrue,
Bearings are lost from the same old grind.
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