Boneshakerbike

Tiny Home Tours

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Bill

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Canvas stretched o’er wooden bones, Wheels still, in hushed repose, Echoes of a bygone trail, Where once the eager footsteps rose.
Under the shelter of time’s embrace, A relic stands, with stories laced, Wagon of the wild frontier, By history’s hand, artfully traced.
Silent sentry of the past, In present’s hall, your shadows cast, Whispering tales of journey’s rush, In restful silence, anchored fast.

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