I
sped along the city streets,
Upon my silent steed;
I
rang my bell with long repeats,
But people paid no heed.
I’m
older now, the dire event,
I cannot well recall;
But
when I’m out on byking “bent”,–
I
heed now lest I fall.
Feb.
22, 1896
B.
Traveler,
June
25, ‘96
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