Freedom of the road,
with the wind rushing in my face;
The sound of my machine,
fills the night air space.
Me and my harley,
we fit together as one;
As down the road we travel,
together having fun.
I feel the awesome power,
of this machine of mine;
I hear the mighty roar,
as her engine starts to unwind.
For my Harley is very special,
My Harley is my friend!
And the romance we share together,
is one that will not end!
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