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Thanks, Wes Blooze 12/29/08
I was 14 Harvard Square was IT. All the dope you could smoke, Dancing crazily on The Commons Every Sunday beat home in the burbs fer sure. Me and my boyfriend- Were called the Bobbsie Twins By a group of older dudes who hung on the corner near Hungry Charlie’s. The loudest of them was this big ole Bro and his big ole Harley. I longingly stared and it wasn’t his good looks Or whatever we’d just ingested. My Twin kept nudging me “Go ask for a ride, what’s the worst That can happen, he’ll laugh?” So- I did. “OK Hood’s jump on” he said. No helmet Just me shaking in my Overalls and Him chompin on an ancient cigar As he kicked and kicked till A sound like no other I’ve heard Started that bad boy up. “Hang on and lean into the curves” he yelped As we roared off down Mass. Ave. Now, I’m a whole lot older And if you haven’t had your HD cherry busted There’s nothing finer Than wind in your face- or racing up a country road And the sweetest vibrator ‘tween your legs. I was hooked from that 1st ride till today. Guys look at sweet babes going by; I swivel my head when I hear that roar- Near or far. That sound is sweeter than the finest wine, the Richest chocolates Or any Boones Farm I ever drank Way back when.
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