Drift Draft

A drift a draft I can’t pass

Pass a draft and drift alone

Going hard getting home

Sweat my head, on metal pedals

Itching and wishing for a break

Down a frown an eat the cake

Mash the gas, lift my legs

Round abound the circle dregs

Debouch the pooch now go slow

Dead ahead a stoop is still

Not a sour pill, last I laugh

My head in bed, cycle sore

Draft a sheet, drift asleep.

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