Ode to you golden bike rider
So special, so clean
I admire your physical attributes
And wonder what your gifts must be like
The prowess as you knife thru the shared path
So stealthy and pure like crystal diamonds
The crispness of your uniform
Like tapestry in motion
I behold the beauty and statement made
That we are mere mortals
Thankful for the crumbs
Which fall at our lowly feet
Ride free passionate knight
We delight in the knowledge
That you are out there
Shining as a beacon of athleticism
A million times bowing
A million times bowing
So special, so clean
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