My day rockets if I sit astride a riderless fence
or plummets into hormone hell if I fall off a bike.
Some days are treasures, some are endless hell,
I move with the shadow of the moon and a rising sun
or keep my ass on the ground and don't move at all.
Sometimes it is a hard call.
Sometimes I just ride my trike.
May 23, 2020
Sometimes I ride my trike
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