Subject: In Which the Cyclist Reveals Truth to the Rooster in the RoadIn Which the Cyclist Reveals Truth to the Rooster in the Road You were here first, Closer by the second, I am the Conquering Dog on a white wheel. Cross the road Strut like a man, stupid bird I am War Fox on a red bicycle. Blue-speckled egg-son, Peck at the grain spilled on the shoulder I am Hunger on black tires. Puff your comb Chanticleer, Stand your proud ground. I am Death too pale for you to see. Edited by ride_like_u_stole_it 2012-07-19 2:12 PM
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