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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