I'm up at twelve
It's so late
I am traveling past the gate
See that man, he's alone
Looks so happy, looks so happy
Going down the hill, so fast
Wish this moment will always last
Wind is blowing in my hair
I never feel any scare
On my new bicycle, my new bicycle
I like your poem. It shows what your doing at night. It also expresses your feelings at night.
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