LC4CARL
01-24-2008, 07:52 AM
An ode to summer
Cold and grey are my thoughts and toes,
For where has summer gone? Nobody knows,
My bike sits in a dark corner of the garage,
Awaiting the creation of next summer’s montage,
I tinker and dream, but nothing can replace,
The exhilaration of racing and winning first position.
Cold and grey are my thoughts and toes,
For where has summer gone? Nobody knows,
My bike sits in a dark corner of the garage,
Awaiting the creation of next summer’s montage,
I tinker and dream, but nothing can replace,
The exhilaration of racing and winning first position.