My Bike

remember the first time i met you 
and i spilled apple juice all over you 
and you were all wet and sticky 
and i took you and i rolled you through the forest 
through the mud and leaves and tied you to a tree 
and you liked it 
next time i met you i sat on you and rolled and rolled and rolled 
back to the forest in the mud in the leaves 
and i tied you to that same tree 
and you liked it in my dream 

you are my entity 
you are my dream...

(yes, i like my bike that much!)

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