Bikers are all the same,
Dress alike, not really tough
When fearing rain.
Their women,
Heartsick and rough,
Breasts of better days
Hold on to their man.
Freedom is just an exhaust
When believing
Riding is enough.
Sometimes
You have to lay the bike down
Choose what to bruise,
And see what survives the gravel ground.
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‹ Overlook
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