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The wind is swirling in the Tree: Harley Davison motor bike riders are coming to town
The sun is melting at a hundred and five degrees and the wind is swirling in the trees, the petals are opening wide in the skies and the motorcycles are rolling by. Hundreds of them in line rolling down the street in a similar pattern and they are riding in an orderly fashion, men and women of valor, men and women of woes are about to create the biggest Harley Division motorbike show.
They emerge from every corner of the globe and their mission is to stabilize the earth, thousands of them gather in the square raising money for poor communities, big bikes with unusual design keeps rolling down the street, women and women cling together with rowdy hairstyle complemented with the seasonal stride, and men and men with long pony tails and fashion that are tailored made arrive in pair to raise money in the square.
The designs are strange, and some of them look insane, the bikes are bigger than the human frame, but they fit the people riding on them.
The sounds echos in the street shaking the earth and roiling down boulders from the hill, the frightened birds in the trees began to move from tree to tree at the sound of Harley Davison motor bike drills.
The pedestrians were given marching orders to get out of the way and don’t disrupt the order of the day, a new vigil came to the town having the multitude running up and down scratching their head and reviving the dead.
Rough men with big bikes gather in the square with tattoo painted all over their skins and long hair swing in the breeze and a new ponytail fashioned swinging listlessly in the air.
Men with big appetites with everything packed in their motorbike, sets up a stage in the middle of the street and roll out the band to raise money in the boiling heat, and so they spread the tempo in the street.
A messenger appeared in the sky and the show begins with an instrumental song and the money began to flow; the boxes filled up in a jiffy and the chest could not hold it. Two more chests came in and they stuff the rest of money in. Three hours of continues performance and three money chests filled the town with resources that can keep the town alive for five more years.
The wind is swirling in the tree and the Harley Davison motorcycle are speeding at a hundred and ten miles per hour everyone clings onto their partner to do another show to save another community in distress for this is what the Harley Davison bikers do best.
Hold on to your dreams for help is coming soon. Harley Davison motor bike riders are rough and in seconds they can fill up your cups.
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Christine Phillips
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