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Tuesday, February 22, 2011

I am of a dying breed.....Biker Poetry

I am of a dying breed
A son of thunder
Born from the wind
Cry not for me
If I shall find my grave
On the road I crave

Cry not for me
If I’m not of age
As my soul is leaving
Attached to a warm bullet

For I haven’t found
Brothers to sing with me
The songs I hear
As I ride alone
On the roads to hell

Venturous Bikers Team
Drive safe and always wear a helmet !