The Bicycle ABC, Page 8

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Oo

For the Oil we Cyclists all carry:

As to feed our machines we must now and then tarry.

Pp

For the Puncture which rouses one’s ire

As the wind all escapes from our pneumatic tire.

Qq

For the Quaint little cottage that stood

Not far from the road the edge of a wood.

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