Foster, S. Conant · New York, White, Stokes, & Allen · leaf 46
Wheel Bliss . Every morning as I spin On my wheel for exercise, Such a pretty glance I win From a pair of pretty eyes, — From a maiden full of mirth, Bearing on her curly head Jug of milk, a penny-worth, And a two-pence-worth of bread.
Cycling -- Poetry
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