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bike:
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one date I was ridinghood my bikecycle
up scottiesville rode, sweatying
and lookingaround at the cows(shit) and tree(green)s.

only a Chain aheady of me,
a sprungup cow on its hindback legs (looked like)

It mooed and cooed and glued itsself to the road.
Verywelly , I could not avoid it
Moving prettyboy fast,
8.556x10^-3 furlongs/fortnight,
to be preciselyright.

I skidslammed into the bigstinky cow
my wimpy 38,400 dram body bounced gleefullyouch
off the cowhide, onto the road and into the guttersnipeleafcatcher.

the ownerman of abovesaid cow
from his house
(wife(bitch) and kidsyapyapping trailing behind)
"[Was I] allright, son?"

laughingstupidfarmer.
I was/saidso, but would like
(if it isnt too much of a hassle, Hoff[ss])
if I could use the phoneCall
to my friendgirl fora homeride

dumbfarmer spatshatshotsnot on the road
and mumblecursed me wrecklessdriving
crazykid.

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Chris Losinger
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March 1996

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