Riding On Through Hail stinging my face Like razor blades Wind howling like a wolf During a full moon Temp just breaking thirty Cagers blind deaf and dumb To what is going on Outside their warmed up cages Keeping my distance Gearing down so as not to Lock her up and slide Damn it feels good To be out there riding Other day a few inches of snow I will admit I did go down But not hard at all nothing That a few whacks Of a hammer couldnt fix The chance ya take When ya take that chance Leather is worn and Some rust on my ride But any day now Itll be springtime! © Sorez The Scribe 2010 Road Scribes Of America ™ 2012
Posted on: Wed, 07 Jan 2015 04:27:03 +0000
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