photo is mine words are from Mr.A.A.
I Ride
I see you in the distance
feet aching, racing ever faster
I see you coming closer
I must endure with some indifference
At long last here by your side
the prize is close at hand
your doors swing open
I won’t even have to stand
For the day will be long
the heat most stifling
roiled figures will throng
yet No relief will they find
They glare at my smile
today I am triumphant
chastise the vanquished
like some kind of delinquent
How I love to ride thee
they call you the Metro
for today this seat is mine
here in good old Montreal.
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