The old lady I speak of in this poem is my bike, my nick name for her
Wonder what I will find
Come this Spring
What I will see off on a ride
With my friend
The old lady and me
Wander the road
Wonder what me and my friend, my old bike
What we will see, what we will find
New adventures, things to see
Time to go out again
My old friends the road and
My old lady
Me and my bike
Wonder what we will find
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