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The first bike of my very own
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was a Huffy that my dad brought home
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from the local impound auction
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of stolen, lost and unclaimed bikes.
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It was 1963. One bike, ten bucks
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in a year that did not pay my father much.
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The bike was sound; its shine, was not.
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The best part was, we went that day
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to the hobby shop to find the color
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to renew the bike.
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We agreed on 3 oz. spray
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cans of Candy Apple Red.
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I helped him with the masking.
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Our paint job was outstanding;
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have been fond of candy apple ever since.
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The bike served well for two years till
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I left it unattended;
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stolen once. Again
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I wonder, then who got it next?
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I should check with the police
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auction here to find my bike.
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I'll know it by the color, ruby
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unique in all the world.
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I miss the bike, yet even so
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I miss a dad much more.
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