As I fly,

Thorough the sky,

I think what if I took my feet off,

Would people call me a show off?

Who cares what they think,

I say to myself as I through the bike sideways and give them a wink.

Their jaws drop in amazement,

As the uws and aws get rid of my contentment,

For there smug faces,

And there show off paces.

Why do I fly?

Because it is fun,

As you feel like you are as high as the sun.

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