Cycling Poem Tour De France

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 Cycling Poem - Tour De France

The sky turned dark and stormy , onwards the riders had to go.
The were cradled by the awesome Alps as winds began to blow .
Clinging to the handlebars and bringing the yellow shirt home
It was raining and the Tour De France was like a battle zone.
As the riders spilt like ten pins across the treacherous road.
Suddenly heading for town the leaders began to explode .
Neck and neck went a threesome who put on a blistering pace,
Home came the leaders Jersey but not many finished the race.
Tonight will be a stormy night so put your bikes away,
The Tour De France is over but tomorrows another day
 

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