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I love my bike, riding along country roads
And the cool autumn days when the sun shows

I feel soft, gentle breezes sailing between trees. 
Birds sing, bees buzz, blooms sway in the breeze 

It all brings me to a song as I start to push up hill, 
My feet are pushing hard; they're never still

It doesn't seem so hard then hugging the pedals 
My feet are holding on tight to the medals

Now for a very long time to me it seems
My mind is lost in a world full of dreams.

Copyright 2002 by Jean E. Gorney