tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336507.post787348374565583259..comments2023-06-10T04:47:58.319-08:00Comments on Bicycles and Icicles: Poetry Sunday at Bicycles and IciclesTimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13230350513417318151noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336507.post-79580221928640101112007-04-24T08:48:00.000-08:002007-04-24T08:48:00.000-08:00That poem isn't the way I learned to ride a bike. ...That poem isn't the way I learned to ride a bike. Mine involved no parents, a hill, lots of gravel and blood and scars I still have to this day. Thanks for bringing up memories - I think I may now start to have post-traumatic stress disorder - naw.Michellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05323070439232848154noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336507.post-14966630216101413412007-04-22T21:43:00.000-08:002007-04-22T21:43:00.000-08:00It's a nice picture. But all I can think about is...It's a nice picture. But all I can think about is she's going to fall off that bike when whatever it is she's wearing gets wrapped around the chain.Maurahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17179457174118808346noreply@blogger.com