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Was just sitting around thinking of my downed Bro,,and I thought I could uplift my spirits with a little light at heart poem,as I think all Bikers Young and old can Relate too,,L&R,,Wayne
<<<<<<<<<<<<&l t;<<<<<<<<<<<< <<<<<<<<<<<<&l t;<<<<<<<<< From our First Breath We were born a Biker, As Biker material we are, ,There are Biker kids born everyday, And follow thier own little Star, We seem to look like the other kids, But maybe a little smarter and Faster, And usually we'd be the last kids to run, Out of harm of some small disaster, When we were three, And Christmas would arrive, A brand new shiny tricycle. And into that we would Dive, Yes we were happy and grateful, But we see more the a trike, we see new fat rear tires, And afront end we could spike, We learn to cope with authority, If even at this age we see different, But we learn to deal with it, So when time comes,then we will represent, They may say we were trouble makers , And that we can become out of hand. , Well thats just the seed in us, That finally turns us into a man. It may be a rough go, Be a misunderstood child, But we were born a 1%, And some grow to be wild, So now the years have passed us By, Maturity,strength and Loyalty, Now we are Men and grown Bikers., One thing on our Minds ,Riding FREE. Now I have met a lot of these born baby's, That all seem to turn out like me, Full beard ,tattoos,attitudes,BUT, Were all Riding our "V" Twins,smiling and being Free,, Wayne Harvey Aug/03/07 |
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