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A malfunctioning garmin is very alarmin’
Charging’s becoming a devil
The display’s more unsettling when it says that I’m pedalling
Two-fifty below sea level
My energy flags till majestic crags
Fill the emptiness in my skull
Then we rattle along, my heart full of song
Till we get to the Hungry Gull
With joy in my soul, a huge sausage roll
While the others share black pudding toast
In their other transactions how do they do fractions
Of the things they enjoy the most?
It’s a bit of a chore to climb round the Storr
The headwind is fierce and it’s gusting
Glorious views on display on a beautiful day
Makes up for my lungs that are busting.
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