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Holly Was the One MAG
No one ever taught me
 How to ride a bike. 
 There wasn’t enough room at my house
 Not enough time to learn 
 I was old enough to teach myself. 
 Excuses, excuses. 
 But Holly was the one who let me borrow 
 Her mud-stained purple bike, 
 Complete with mini-license plate stating “Holly” 
 On the back 
 To prove her ownership. 
 Holly was the one who led me down the great 
 concrete hill 
 By her house
 And gave me brief directions on how to pick up speed. 
 And Holly was the one who watched me
 Climb on the bike
 Start pedaling
 Faster
 And 
 Faster
 Until I couldn’t control the great amount of speed 
 I had accumulated. 
 I started to fly, and rode the wind on this
 Borrowed 
 Mud-stained
 Purple bike. 
 And I closed my eyes
 Took my hands off the handlebars
 And let myself soar. 
 Off into the clear, bright, blue sky 
 And up toward the brilliant, warm sun. 
 
 Holly was also the one
 Who scraped me up 
 Off the curb, 
 Pulled her borrowed, mud-stained, purple bike 
 Off my 
 Mangled, 
 Bruised, 
 Crash-landed body 
 And helped me stand on my own two feet. 
 Holly was the one
 Who took my hand, 
 And helped me walk back 
 Her mud-stained
 Borrowed
 Now scratched
 Purple bike
 Back up the great concrete hill. 
 Holly was the one who taught me how to ride a bike. 
 But I will be forever thankful to Holly 
 Because Holly was the one
 Who taught me how to ride
 But Holly was also the one
 Who taught me how to fall.

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Thats such a good example of a great friend. its sweet :)
not to mentionit was written with alot of talent.
Aww. I love this! It's so well written and SO cute. :)
I'd love it if someone with your talent would check out my work... :D
Brilliant.
 
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