Little Rascal's Occasional Burps
Friday, May 25, 2012
The Ride
Whizzing past trees, the world becomes a blur
Felt the cool air on my back, adrenaline rush
My thoughts gently danced with the wind
I smelled the rain that kissed the earth
Nature and I ... are finally one.
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