Bicycle Drills

by Satan

Published April 2, 2012

In Bicycle Poems

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Up and down, up and down

It applies to pedaling and hills

Up the hill and down again

Doing my bicycle drills



Feet in circles

Elbows bent

Head up high

110 percent



The wind pushing me forward

The wind pushing me back

On the road, grass, and gravel

Riding over sidewalk cracks



Back hunched

Breathe in

And out

Like the wind



My hand high up in the air

Being off the bike kills

Because when I’m here I am glad

Doing my bicycle drills
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Dogs love their friends and bite their enemies, quite unlike people, who are incapable of pure love and always have to mix love and hate.
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