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Motorcycle Physical Poetry

Hands on bars Foot shift Wheels custom Seat smoothed shape Saddle bags filled Teardrop tank Filled with fuel Gage reads oil and fuel Speed 0 to 60 Headlight on Blinker clicks Helmet smoked black Kickstand down Key in ignition Ready to go No Motorcycle License That’s a no, no

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Lindsay Laurie

Date: 3/12/2019 7:21:00 PM

G'day Bobby … Nicely written Bobby. But watch out for the licence checkers ahead of you. It could be a long way to push your motorcycle home - thanks Bobby - Lindsay

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 3/5/2019 6:13:00 PM

COOL poem, Bobby!!! The ending is so cute.

Tom Cunningham

Date: 3/5/2019 10:22:00 AM

Had two bikes in my youth, oh the wind in your face ,happy days. My old boss had a Harley Davison, never seen so much chrome, what a beauty. Tom

Charles Messina

Date: 3/5/2019 9:46:00 AM

Love this, Bobby. You may enjoy my poem "Riding Harley" Also, thank you very much for the placement in your contest. I really appreciate that and am truly humbled. All the best my friend.