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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 noise. Always keeping my poise. Sometimes I'm alone. Sometimes with my boys. When I'm on my bike,leather jacket,shades,I feel cool.

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Jan Allison

Date: 7/11/2016 4:59:00 PM

Great biker poem Anthony - I love on the Isle of Man and we have thousands of bikers here especially at TT:-) hugs Jan xx

Ovidiu Bocsa

Date: 7/10/2016 6:05:00 AM

Affinities: Wonderful poem about self, freedom, hope, true beauty: well, the wonderful story of youth without old age and life without death. Sometimes I feel like a rider in time of knives and beautiful young ladies. But never, never arriving at the palace. Round about trees are riding away , grass and leaves change their colours and the horses ride în the sun.

Anthony August
Date: 7/10/2016 8:47:00 AM

That's beautiful thank you.

Skat A

Date: 7/10/2016 3:41:00 AM

Good biker rant. Skat

Anthony August
Date: 7/10/2016 8:46:00 AM

Thank you SKAT