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Ode To A Lady and
Her Motorcycle
(Author: Joyce Hale)
The lady sat astride
her steed,
Of metal it was formed;
Not flesh and bone as some would ride,
But of fire and brimstone born.
Built for adventure
and bred for speed,
The lady loved her *toy;*
Never had any other steed
Given so much fun and joy.
They travelled far
and wide together,
Never very far apart;
The Lady and her beloved motorcycle,
Light to dark, and spark to heart.
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