Motorcycling Poem by Ashley Sinclair
Motorcycling
I fly though the air as if on magical wings, without a worry or a care as heart sings.
I feel the engine start to hum as the wind gives way,
So I turn up my music loud and clear to brighten up my day.
I am so to be out of the car or the box it seems, because out I finally can feel free.
Saturday, November 24, 2007
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