▲ 1 ▼ November 19, 2016 at 11:44 pm S Issakov says: Philandering bicyclist’s scorned woman hath fury.
To go? To stay? Neither way.
Fell short of my destination
I’m sorry, I had to go
The spokes, unridden, speak for themselves.
Bad weather? I have appropriate clothing.
A lonely bike surrounded by beauty.
Suddenly he realized aliens were real.
Dalton’s clue helped searchers find him.
Philandering bicyclist’s scorned woman hath fury.
The she lost, we gave up.
WHEN she lost, we gave up.