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Walking Mode.
Snow has arrived, it's colder now
high upon these Pennine hills,
though on my bike, without spills,
I still can feel the sweat on my brow.
Exertion brought it on, on this slushy road,
huge lorries swooshing by,
certain of my near demise
choose to take the walking mode...
high upon these Pennine hills,
though on my bike, without spills,
I still can feel the sweat on my brow.
Exertion brought it on, on this slushy road,
huge lorries swooshing by,
certain of my near demise
choose to take the walking mode...
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