ACK! Looks like I missed the deadline by a couple minutes. Oh well, I haven;t gone to bed yet, so I'm altering the rules a little to suit my purposes!!!! Some might call it cheating. I call it....wait for it...poetic license!
Shuffle.
2124, set to mph,
right leg goes down,
left clicks into place.
The ride begins.
I am no longer just a man,
slow, incapable,
left behind.
I am something more,
rhythm and cadence,
light on the pedal stroke,
out of the saddle, able to dance,
rocking side to side,
the Mountain - my enemy - conquered.
Because I choose to be.
Thanks for reading.
Tha Fat Kid
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