Old Friend

Sunny was its name

Slim and slender worked like wonder.

More than a tool, it was a pet.

A motor cycle by definition, barely skeleton by rendition.

Its delicate handle slightly harder than a candle.

Always did its job without a sob.

Simple invention forget not to mention.

It took me to places were I saw lot of faces.

It took all the dirt without a quirk.

Small in frame set to fame.

Out of stock forever in my memory block.

Daily prompt: Sunny

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