Posted on Marzo 9, 2013 by alepedale Posted in Poems, Poesie When you realise your bicycle’s been nicked Your chest tightens speech slurs like a heart-attack You’d sell your soul to the devil in a tick In order to ensure you get your bike back. Share this:Fai clic qui per condividere su Twitter (Si apre in una nuova finestra)Fai clic per condividere su Facebook (Si apre in una nuova finestra) Correlati