Life
Is
Like
A
Motorcycle
Driven
By
A
One-armed
Biker
On
A
Rough
Terrain,
Seen
Daily
By
The
People
Early
In
The
Morning,
Going
Up
To
The
Shrine
On
The
Steep
Dense
Hill.
Life
Is
Like
A
Motorcycle
Driven
By
A
One-armed
Biker
On
A
Rough
Terrain,
Seen
Daily
By
The
People
Early
In
The
Morning,
Going
Up
To
The
Shrine
On
The
Steep
Dense
Hill.
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