Saturday, August 27, 2011

The bicycle speaks

Bicycles new orleans French Quarter
Quoth: "A mournful cry escapes my lips/someone stole my rubber grips."

10 comments:

  1. What's next to go? The pedals? The wheels? When the bike is stripped down to the skeleton, perhaps you can give it a proper funeral and burial - along with another ode.

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  2. Yes, Mimi, this will not end well, I fear.

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  3. ...and the scavenger gods walk by night!

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  4. What fun, Arthur. Don't you love the little riffs that sometimes happen in blog comments? I know I do.

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  5. Hey, Robert & Mimi, let's not lose sight of the fact that's a bicycle out there that needs our love, okay? Thanks! A.

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  6. Thanks for sharing, Termite. I will convey your sympathies next time I open the door.

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  7. T., I just noticed the time stamp on your comment. Go to bed!

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