Just Lynn

One woman. One name. One hell of an attitude!

a Harley riding poem

we were touring – engine roaring – through the mountains, got too high ‘fore he leaned low, cranked the throttle, tapped through gears, and let’er fly caught off ballance, tried to warn him, couldn’t hear me if he tried he’d made his choice (thoughtless… easy…) and, despite me, he’d made mine I struggled… hated… panicked…! […]

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