In an effort to write something on a daily basis, and so get back into the swing of pounding out posts, I give you the first of a series of meager offerings composed on the bike during my daily commute. Not much, but hey, it's free, yeah?
between Jersey walls
spoke card echoes as it spins
chuk-chuk-chuk-chuk-chuk
- Blue-eyed Devil
- Sometimes impassioned, sometimes detached. Sometimes coffee, sometimes beer.
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Dood, the spammers/link whores love you.
Nice though. All I can think of while biking is pedal more or such. Or how I hate the heat.
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