In A Bike In Rain
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The chill wind beats
Against my face hard
I feel like falling down
From the bike;
I have tears in my eyes
And hands go numb,
As drops of rain pierce
Through my face
Thorn like;
Clouds shout of caution
With a fearful sound
At any time a lightning
May strike.
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