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The Biker

When I'm on my bike,leather jacket,shades,I feel cool....
No helmet
I wanna feel free.
Free especially from rule.
Just me and the road.
From here to there.
Sun on my face.
Wind blowing my hair
It's my true self.
So happy.
So mean.
No longer held back.
From a corporate machine.
The loud thunderous noice.
Always keeping my poise.
Sometimes I'm alone.
Sometimes with my boys.
When I'm on my bike,leather jacket,shades,I feel cool...

 

◄ Flirting In the Rain

A pretty girl ►

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