Sunday, November 19, 2006

O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!' She chortled in her joy...

Lo, even though the rain fell upon her
and the wind beat at her face,
Even though the air was chilly
And the pavement threw great stripes of mud up her back
The water pouring off of the overpass
Dumped a chilly Niagara down her neck
Still she rode
Her own bicycle
And all the world was good,
and she smiled as she rode

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