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Ruby
netskyIam

The first bike of my very own
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was a beaten Huffy dad brought home
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from the local impound auction
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of stolen, lost, and unclaimed bikes
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in 1963. It cost ten bucks
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in a year that did not pay my father much.
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The bike was sound—its shine—was not.
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The best part was, we went that day
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to the hobby shop, to find the color
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to renew the bike.
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We agreed on 3 ounce spray cans
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of Testors Candy Apple Red.
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I helped him with the masking.
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Our paint job was outstanding.
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I've liked apples ever since.
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The bike served well for two years till
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I left it unattended: stolen—again,
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I wonder then who got it next?
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I should check with the cops
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here to claim my bike.
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I'll know it by its color, ruby,
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unique in all the world.
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I miss the bike yet,
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even so,
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I miss him
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much more.
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27 Mar 07


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revised
15 Aug. 07
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