Bicycle

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BICYCLE

I had rode one once.

My best friend got a bicycle,and he allowed me ride it.

His family moved to a new house the next day.

I cried to my daddy.

I told him i wanted a bicycle.

But he slapped me. He told me to face my books.

Then he told my lesson teacher.

My lesson teacher slapped me and told me to face my books.

I still dreamt of a bicycle.

I discovered a park where children rode bicycles,

so i went there after school.

I also went there on school days,

changing from my unifrom to home clothes when i got there.

I went there today,

but there were no kids.

Only a blue van and some men that looked like the wrestlers daddy watched.

They walked up to me and spoke with me.

Then i told them i wanted to ride a bicycle.

The men promised to take me to bicycle land.

I followed them, happy to finally be able to ride many bicycles.

But i never saw bicycles.

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