Where is my red bike?

The rag bone man took it to sell for his supper.

Who bought its shine?

The rain took that to polish its tears .

Who bought its bell?

Time took that to mark out its years.

Who bought its tyres?

The wind took those to carry its clouds.

Who bought its seat?

The mountain took that to help the sky rest.

Who bought its chain?

The river took that to pull all its fish.

Who bought its journeys?

I kept those for when you no longer visit.

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