long fellow riding bike to newcastle see his precision feet struggling with gravity's well and winter's discontent ( leaves are changing chill is creeping into the air grey fall misty sky one day it shall own all of me ) somewhere dogs bark , mothers cry , and children will be children ; unaware , he will chase his idle dreams
Reason for writing:
There's something magical about fall ;
bike riding , a nip in the air , a sense of change ,
ahhhhhhhhhhhh ...
p.s.- comments are MORE than welcome
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