The Terza Rima
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Go! Go! Go!
Wheels on the ground turning round and around,
On boards, on trikes and on red motor bikes,
Take us to places we’d never have found,
Better than sitting or taking a hike,
The sun, the rain and the wind tantalize,
Walking and riding are quite unalike,
Streets sign and curves wind, they do hypnotize,
A map can not show where a road does not go,
The trip is unplanned, to a stop realized.
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2007-12-01
07:57:59
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