It pleased this lad to ride
On a bicycle this hot noon.
Exceeding joy took the better
Part of him, and him not noticing the
Tragedy ahead seduced the legs,
Paddling faster than an hare, crushed
Into a school girl right beside the gutter,
Swam on the floor forgetting
Life was but short with constant shocks.
Up he got and again went for his ride
With a lesson screwed to his heart,
And a scar sketched on his skin.
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