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Gift Horse: My First Motorcycle

I was going to school and had no money to spend
And yet I refused a special offer from a friend
Take my old cycle it's just sitting around
But it's old and it's rusted and I'd look like a clown
Who cares what you look like at least you'll have wheels
You can ride to your classes and still have money for meals
I learned to love that old bike and the wind in my hair
And when my friends laughed I just didn't care
Sure it was ugly and old and sometimes wouldn't start
But now I had transpo thanks to my buddy named Art

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