Old Home Town
I saw a needle on the ground
Riding throuh my old home town.
When I pedaled over the same place where I first learned to balance, to ride some 52 years ago, it felt pretty sacred. The old neighborhood looks much the same in many ways. Still, OK to be from there.
Riding throuh my old home town.
When I pedaled over the same place where I first learned to balance, to ride some 52 years ago, it felt pretty sacred. The old neighborhood looks much the same in many ways. Still, OK to be from there.
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