Kissed by spring breeze,
Her cheeks turn pink, blush,
She hits the break.
Time starts to freeze,
No traffic crossing, gush,
What a plight,
Her mind grows weak.
She gives her handle bar a squeeze,
And run cross the road in a rush,
As she navigates on the other side,
She sees a police car behind and feels like a freak.
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Alphabe-Thursday (A is for A mistake)
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