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Rebel Rouser
He rides as if
he's speed itself
Flying down the street
His hair streams out behind him
Today, his destiny, he will meet.
Body bent and
forward
As he leans into the wind
The thrill of speed is in his soul
Oh please! Slow down my friend!
His bike and he
become as one
As he races 'round the bend
Metal gleaming, motor roaring
But today it all will end.
Today that bike
was glory bound
As it took that final curve
Something in the road ahead
Caused my friend to swerve.
If I close my
eyes and listen
He guns that engine and it roars
My friend the Rebel Rouser
As through the clouds he soars.
~ charlotte
anselmo ~
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