The Party.

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One of many times I partied.

Submitted: February 23, 2017

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Submitted: February 23, 2017

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We walked outside seven in all,
Going our way to having a ball,
As our engines all burst into life,
It's time to forget the trouble and strife,
The clutches come in the gearbox's clunk,
Our time to party let's go and get drunk.

The party is on the message was passed,
Everyone stares as we leave with a blast,
Now we are rolling and eating the miles,
On all our faces big cheerful smiles,
As we get to the house I see a few bikes,
Also mixed in are a couple of trikes.

The gardens are full both front and rear,
Our arrival was not hard to hear,
As we dismount we wave to a few,
A couple of faces we already knew,
Beers get passed the stories are told,
This is the life to which I am sold.

 


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