Monday he rode across his state
To make that all important date
Tuesday he flew over the sea
To gain adventure and to be free
Wednesday he rode to his home
From where his heart would never roam
Thursday he continued north
As part of the journey which had been set
forth
Friday he rode the ocean
And fought a bird with a swinging motion
Saturday he biked over land
To reach a bed that was less than grand
And on the seventh day, he did rest
As it turns out, God knows best…
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