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  1. #1
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    Apr 2006
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    Quote Originally Posted by Wahine View Post
    LOL!!!!

    This is why, I think
    My trousers constrict my thighs
    Perhaps I should golf?
    Golfing at the gorge
    that would be like bird watching
    wind takes ball and flies
    Mimi Team TE BIANCHISTA
    for six tanks of gas you could have bought a bike.

  2. #2
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    just passed mile forty
    girly bits are telling me
    let's stop for ice cream
    Lisa
    My mountain dulcimer network...FOTMD.com...and my mountain dulcimer blog
    My personal blog:My blog
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  3. #3
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    Cycling, oh what joy
    How I want to buy more toys
    It's in my blood now
    As we must account for every idle word, so must we account for every idle silence." ~Benjamin Franklin

  4. #4
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    When on bike I fly
    in my mind I fall to earth
    Legs work well I'm safe
    Mimi Team TE BIANCHISTA
    for six tanks of gas you could have bought a bike.

  5. #5
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    Quote Originally Posted by mimitabby View Post
    When on bike I fly
    in my mind I fall to earth
    Legs work well I'm safe



    BY GEORGE! I THINK SHE'S GOT IT!

    Climbing up, must stop
    legs okay, breathing alright
    must be mind blew up!

    Karen in Boise

  6. #6
    Kitsune06 Guest
    Hear the crisp click of
    brass cleats in steel eggbeaters
    round and round and round...

    The wind is blowing
    get down in the drops and pull
    use your very core.

    Gravel under tires
    hear pebbles' sharp staccato
    and sandy white noise.

    I ride to be one
    with the wind blowing through me
    and the rain's kisses.

    We fight against the
    wind itself, but how to live
    without the in/out?

    Lungs pull it in, deep
    and I am renewed by it
    in spite of itself.

  7. #7
    Join Date
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    rise from my saddle
    steel frame flexing under me
    skipping up the hills
    Lisa
    My mountain dulcimer network...FOTMD.com...and my mountain dulcimer blog
    My personal blog:My blog
    ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

 

 

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