Green and sleek, was his frame and model
When he was brand new
Now he's lying there, with no more throttle
Time has taken it's due
Riding along the road with no care at all
Was the task at hand
It wasn't my intention, but he got mauled
During the crash-land
So this is a rhyme devoted to his journey
Through the road of time
Now he's being taken away on a gurney
Almost at his prime
Rhyme inspired by my bike, Eunice
And "Bicycle Samba"
This breaks the spokes in my heart
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