The Poem Of Spirit
30 August, 2007
Author: Dman14
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Riding and riding I urn for the cup. Faster and faster fueled by speed and anger. Cruising by signs that say "stop, danger" going places were Army rangers to tred. Just one mistake and you'll end up dead. From coast to coast we rock T.V's, stadums to forests and parks..and sometimes highways so get used to it going our way. Because we are the hang-on riders and we're here to stay. |
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Comments on this poem/writing:
| DRZ400SuzoookiRider (71.217.53.29) -- Thursday, September 13 2007, 06:45 am Keep cool & calm & relax. You don't want arm pump.Slow down for "Danger!" signs. Speeds on gravel roads are dangerous and yes, one mistake like a "head on" with a jeep and you are dead. Keep hanging on,hangonrider. Many years of fun ahead. Just use your head. Burp! Burp!Burrrrrp! |
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