My wheels don’t seem to touch the road
As I fly through the wind.
When I look down,
The road flashes by.
When I look up,
The world is slow motion again,
And I swerve a corner,
Almost floating.
Written by
Anna Williams at age 10
Barnstable, Massechusetts
As I fly through the wind.
When I look down,
The road flashes by.
When I look up,
The world is slow motion again,
And I swerve a corner,
Almost floating.
Written by
Anna Williams at age 10
Barnstable, Massechusetts
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