Friday, March 16, 2018

O Dark Thirty

O'dark 30
In the freezing cold
Ice is clear
Time to roll

Hands are going to hurt
At the end of the ride
Layers of leather
Keep me warm inside

Scanning for
With each passing curve
Friends call me crazy
A title I might deserve

Sun might be out
In the afternoon
Twisting the throttle
It is time to zoom

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