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bikes by Ami Kane |
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Russian Gypsy turns to me, eye's full of tease as he sips, vodka and tea. Humorously, he says, Fancy a race? I leap to my feet ignoring my treats, I run for my bike forget those coconut fingers I like! Yet he's up ahead.. how can this be? How did Russki overtake, me? Steadfastly I peddle, try to keep up, the race ends as we take the bend and Russki passes the vodka-tea we crash head on into a tree! Dizzily we drink, wearily we think, bikes are mangled tyres all tangled, eventually it occurs to he, and me, perhaps we should stick with poetry! |
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