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Snaking South on Serendipity Lane, 
Never to Taste this Chance Again. 
Fallen Leaves Autumnal Brown, 
Stirred-up as we Whisk Freepeddle Down. 
 
Practiced Cadence, Widthless Tyre, 
Trailing Wind, Catching a Flyer. 
Means to Roam, Time to Travel, 
Enjoying the Binds of Life Unravel 
 
Desire Drives each Pressing Pedal, 
Not Rainbow Jersey or Olympic Medal; 
The Perfect Pub, a Lifetimes Search, 
Aching to Cure Unquenchable Thirst. 
 
Unlikely Fortune Stumbled to this, 
A Stubborn Slice of Historical Bliss. 
A Forgotten Gem of Worthy Applause, 
With a West Country Castle Embossed on its Walls. 
 
At Journeys End; My Holy Grail, 
Imbibe These Lips with Real Ale. 
Gravity Drawn; My Favourite Beer; 
An Accidental Antidotal Awe Inspiring Beer!

Two Wheels