Untitled I
I spied a bike upon a mountain
Its gears were red with rust
Its handlebars were bent and worn
Its seat was filled with dust
I held the brave old bike aloft
And shouted to all below:
Now let me hear you say wey-ho."
--Anonymous
As the beginning of senior project looms nearer, we are getting excited to, in the words of Larry the Cable Guy, "gitt'r dun." We've found that poems like the one above help us to keep our energy and spirits high as we anticipate the start of what will surely be a fantastic and fulfilling experience.
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