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Tuesday, 09 December 2008 |
 Laboring under belated breath, the climb slowly passes beneath
Faint hint of streelights weakly reflected off slick, black cold asphalt Angry, buzzing, fume spewing red eyes roar angerly by Their red glare diminishing in the damp cold misty darkness streching ahead Cursing the elements, I pushing foward, spray kicked up, licking moistly at my back I started biking to work recently. The above is a poem reflecting my feelings as I biked home on a dark, slightly rainy night. Damn motor scooters! 
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Last Updated ( Tuesday, 16 December 2008 )
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