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Old Biker

Old Biker
By-Allan Brecht (DooD)
When I'm grey and old and my day's are few,
I will ride my motorcycle for my strength to renew,
But if my limb's grow feeble and weak and I can no longer hold up my steed or lead,
Then from 2 wheel's to 3 I must go, To keep on riding too and fro,
But never to a Cage or 4,
Because this is what my Mind,Heart and Soul does Abhor.


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that is the plan

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