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Scooter
Scooter
Clunky, rusty
Slowly gallumps down hill
My dearest, sweetest riding toy
A Joy
My children had scooters. Actually, the process was more like this: Playskool rider, tricycle, bigwheel, bicycle with training wheels, bicycle, scooter, skateboard, car. Oh, the process of growing up. I never had a scooter, but I saw how much my kids treasured it. Maybe one day, when I'm old,
I'll be gallumping on my scooter. Sort of like the lady below.
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She seems to be styling.
* A Cinquain is composed of 5 lines, 22 syllables in a 2-4-6-8-2 syllable pattern. A Cinquain describes something or tells a story.
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