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May 18, 2013, 11:14:08 PM
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We usually stand by the gate on hot summer nights, Listening for a Harley as it slowly rumbles by; In a silent salute to friends that have died, Saying goodbye on the hot summer night; Once in a while, they ride through the gate, Rusted, and busted and twisted with age; The men walk slowly with shimmering eyes, The women with tears say lonely goodbyes; Every once in a while someone comes to stay, How they came here, it’s hard to say; Sometimes they go down on some stretch of highway, Some say goodbye the old-fashioned way; As our brothers and sisters are laid to rest, The leaves seem to rustle with a quiet sigh; As the spirits of our brothers and sisters, Say their last goodbye; | We’ll never forget the lives that we’ve led, No matter whether they were good or bad: The wonderful time that we had in our lives, Riding down the highways with friend’s on our bikes: The thundering vibrations as we roar down the road, The gentle touch of the ones we no longer hold; The love of our brothers and sister worth more than gold, These are the things we will miss to our very souls; On one of these long lonely days, You’ll see an Angel on some lonesome highway; Please! Stop and Wait! Think of ones inside that rusted gate; For we are the Guardian Angels that hold your fate; Author Unkown |
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