I Remember Poem
I remember riding my bike with my friends
The way the wind was in my face
and how nie the day was
I remember the sounds of tires of the ground
Like exploding fire crackers
The handle bars touch in my hands
like a rocket preparing for take off
I remember the trees and cars passing by
how the green leaves caught my eye
Each time I recall this memory it brings me back to my old neighorhood
peddling fast with my best friends
I cant beleive its been three years
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