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Loud wives lose lives The Harley man excels and thrives Without the heckling, henpeck-sounds Of woman on his daily rounds A wheely's where I want to be And of your jeers absolved and free To free the choke and let 'er rip With hog unbridled, hand on grip The wind, the noise, expectant growl The biker on his nightly prowl To take the road, to claim the sky To blow by poor old four-door guy Without the sound of prattling pitch My life is true and strong and rich So sit on by and let me go On Harley's back I glow and grow Into the Man you long to know
Robert Cleary
robertcleary@juno.com
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