goodbye my red tricycle love
with blue handle bars
we shot for the moon
ended up on mars
training wheels only get you so far
you were a rickety ride
as you charged me inside
pummeling through me
scraped knees are ugly
don't think i won't miss
the lazy, slow glide
the breezy way you make me
feel alive
cotton candy stops
ice cycle pops
spring rain on my cheeks
has turned to tear streaks
so i'll miss you, my red tricycle love
but its time for a two wheeler
all i needs a shove
and i'm off in the sunset
flying free
reminiscing the memories
of you riding with me
My-oh-my this was fabulous!
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