I tasted the coffee
I spat it out,
ran to the counter,
complained about the milk being spoilt.
Then I tried wheelie
with my brother on my back,
the bike ran into the river
and I landed on his chest.
With a bit of blood off our arms,
we stood in the river,
shirts off and laughing
at the pigeons being fat.
This is all that I remember from that day,
and it was my birthday.
I spat it out,
ran to the counter,
complained about the milk being spoilt.
Then I tried wheelie
with my brother on my back,
the bike ran into the river
and I landed on his chest.
With a bit of blood off our arms,
we stood in the river,
shirts off and laughing
at the pigeons being fat.
This is all that I remember from that day,
and it was my birthday.
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