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| CYRIL PAUL'S POETRY |
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RIDE AWAY This
mobile city with its strange decor Connects
us to brothers and sisters who have gone before. As
we set forth on our journey of fate It's
aids we must pursue and eradicate. From
We
gonna pedal with our minds on our safety With
brawn and sweat we greet each day As
the rubber meets the road that's the price we pay Every
hill we climb, every mile we go Gets us closer to the city of We
don't ride for money We don't ride for fame But
for humanity , whether sun or rain Up
every hill, now don't you know After the top its down we go. We
gonna ride, ride, ride away Sleep
all night and ride all day We
gonna ride, ride as on we go To
the lake, to the city of Don't
cry us a river, we are no ship of fools We
are agents of change and merely tools. Twenty
five hundred trekking southwest With
the spirits of the fallen seeking the Quest. Safety
is the seed we sow Not
just for today, but for a better tomorrow. So
ride you little doggies ride All
of the
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