I borrowed your bike because
I liked the ways the wheels went 'round
The gears make it a bit bumpy but...
that's life when you can't be found
I wouldn't have needed the bike if
something important came up
Like a new car donation
or hand claps from a standing ovation
I tried to catapult my consciousness
couldn't find the right words
a likely longitude for the undecided
or the latitude longing for change
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Late night thinking causes all kinds of publication, wouldn't ya say?
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