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My Shiny Red Trike
It was shiny and red
and it caught my eye,
on the perfect red trike
I would pretend to fly.
I played in the backyard
at the age of three,
sometimes I would fall
and scrape my knee.
On my little red trike
I would ride for hours,
but I had to be careful
and stay out of the flowers.
I would chase the dog
as I rode through the yard,
reaching the pedals
was a little bit hard.
I pushed with my feet
and had lots of fun,
on my favorite little trike
out in the hot sun.
Now that I'm older
I have a shiny blue bike,
but nothing can beat
my childhood trike.
and it caught my eye,
on the perfect red trike
I would pretend to fly.
I played in the backyard
at the age of three,
sometimes I would fall
and scrape my knee.
On my little red trike
I would ride for hours,
but I had to be careful
and stay out of the flowers.
I would chase the dog
as I rode through the yard,
reaching the pedals
was a little bit hard.
I pushed with my feet
and had lots of fun,
on my favorite little trike
out in the hot sun.
Now that I'm older
I have a shiny blue bike,
but nothing can beat
my childhood trike.
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My Shiny Red Trike
My Shiny Red Trike
