When 60-miles were almost done I was dreaming of bangers and mash,
The next I knew, down I flew and I'd had a nasty crash!
😂
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Where are you off to, haring along, Darting across my path, with your legs so strong? As I cycle to work, through hamlet and field, Do you d... -
A pleasant cycle through the trees is spoilt by the fuckwittery, Both child and adult, big and small, a powder keg of lemmings all, Wa... -
I’ll miss the squirrels I’ll miss the birds I’ll miss the taste of lemon curd I’ll miss the feel of a good stretch I’ll miss the d...
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