Friday, April 15, 2011
Friday, April 1, 2011
FIGURATIVE LANGUAGE
As I whispered through the wind I heard the crank moaning from the stress of 65 mile ride. Riding the last 10 mile strip alone I heard the trees cheering me on. With pain in my knees I finish the ride. As I wait for my Dad I lay on the shoulders of the grass.
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