By Andrew R. Duckworth
Some days, I think about a bike
Roaring down the long dusty road,
Riding into the desert sun.
Can’t tell you why I want the wings
Of a bald eagle flying high.
But those pipes roar spirit freedom.
Not a care flowing through my mind,
Because I left them all behind
As I ride into the setting sun.
Call me dreamer or call me fool,
I’m no stranger to breaking rules,
And I’d ride into the setting sun.
On a long open road out west,
But that’s just a daydream at best.
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I hope so!!! 😛
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