Excellent Riding on my motorcycle Freedom by Teresa Wisniewski

Riding the path of living among all natures giving. The closest to feel, of life so real. Giving pleasure at hand, riding free the land. Feel the breeze, smells that please. This time and space, nothing of other can replace. Hands firmly grip, a machine, a friend. Some oil must drip, parts to mend. Strong ride of chrome, demands one request. To anywhere roam, not judged, nor lest. Dressed in boots and leather, not to frighten, but protect. Shield from the weather. To safety we connect. Give your bike attention, to freedom and it's renchin'. How you treat um, rewards can't beat um. All else can cease, if only to please. It's on my Harley, I want to be...

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