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Mike

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By Christopher BeardPublished 4 months ago • 1 min read
Mike
Photo by Jovan Vasiljević on Unsplash

Mike

He woke up with a fright

Turns out he fell from the top of the dyke

Got on his bike

As he didn't want to hike

It was almost night

He was about to reach the site

Stopped for a drink of sprite

Thought he could see a light

Knew something wasn't right

Avoided a fight

But felt the blight

Fell off his bike

As he wasn't too bright

Poor old Mike

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    Written by Christopher Beard