Biker Poem by Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)
Biker
Riding
Riding Fast
It’s A Blast.
Fast
Fast Feelings
Always Always Fast.
Feelings
Feeling Adrenaline Rush
Last Last Last.
Rush
Infusion Rush Gears
Riding Changing Gears Gears Gears.
Rush
Infusion Rush Roads
Riding Changing Gears Gears Gears.
Roads
Roads Go Go
Blowing Blowing Blast.
Wind
Wind Sweeping
Sweeping Moments Last.
Never Fast
Fast Enough
Howling Howling Past.
Never Fast
Fast Enough
Howling Howling Past.
Never Fast Enough
Until You Have To Stop
Dead Quick.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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4/26/2024 8:40:22 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I read it again. you really want to hold your breath, feel like you've gone 1000 miles.Excellent. You can you can you do.