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This is a poem I wrote for my friends, I have many biker friends that I have met through my dad. As I sit in the bar I think what a joy it is to see the respect they have for my dad.
Poetry | Updated Sep 1, 2014 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
A beautiful senorita steps into the local cantina and nearly causes a rift to form between two brothers.