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BEING A BIKER

Being a biker means 
not going with the normal flow
or moving slow.

Being a biker means
enjoying the freedom
forgetting the daily boredom.

Being a biker means
riding in the rain
and smiling again.

Being a biker means
feeling the passion it brings
and hearing the wind sings.

Being a biker means
not acting like a poser
but riding hard your motor.

Being a biker is more
then words and acts
Being a biker
is in the soul.

Being a biker
depends not on a ride
it is a state of mind.

For me, Being a biker means
flying down to somewhere I've never been,
and for that i thank God
that I was born with Biker Blood in me.
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