Passing presents on the paper run,
Ignoring people and their problems; Avoiding the sun.
Riding towards the horizon with the sun on my skin,
Just me and my bicycle; The world against me and him
Just keep on moving; Keep on moving where the wind takes us.
Following the electric blue railway lines,
Taking hit after hit; We're doing just fine.
Riding to the direction of the moon with my heart on my hand,
Just me and my bicycle; Making a stand
Just keep on moving; Keep on moving where the wind wills us,
Straight to you...













Comments
^^ nice job! great poem.
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My mind works like lightning, one brilliant flash and it's gone.
MWCL
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I would like to see people refusing to work in any job they felt was wrong. I would like to see work dodgers: honorable and brave people who refuse to continue to feed this monstrous culture
-Chris Busby
The structure is nice.
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Emmyface.
My brain is the key that sets me free.
-Harry Houdini.
I'm a crazy teenage poet,
I bet you didn't even know it.
I'm pretty Daft,
Oh yes, it is my craft.
I'm terribly in love,
Oh yes, it is all true, the above.
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I would like to see people refusing to work in any job they felt was wrong. I would like to see work dodgers: honorable and brave people who refuse to continue to feed this monstrous culture
-Chris Busby
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I would like to see people refusing to work in any job they felt was wrong. I would like to see work dodgers: honorable and brave people who refuse to continue to feed this monstrous culture
-Chris Busby
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I would like to see people refusing to work in any job they felt was wrong. I would like to see work dodgers: honorable and brave people who refuse to continue to feed this monstrous culture
-Chris Busby
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