Copyright: 2/19/96
Wherever I Roam
The wind in your face
A Harley in place
No more disgrace
Join the race.
Wild and free together
Racing in a blur
Looking for a cure
No more are you sure.
A feeling like nothing else
Prepared for self
Nothing on the shelf
Cool wind facing help.
Riding for the pleasure
Keeping the measure
No pain to endure
Spelling the cure.
Life's only freedom
One with my kingdom
Riding is my home
Wherever I roam.
A personal blog with my horror/sci-fi poems, short stories, heavy metal lyrics and personal posts.
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