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Oct 2014
Hear the distinctive sound of a Harley.

Just gaze upon it's beauty.

Feel the wind blowing through your hair.

It's a wind song

that only the chosen can feel and hear.

By riding solo the intensity of freedom

encompasses your very being.

By riding in groups the brotherhood emerges

and an all powerful feeling surges.

Some are born to ride.

Few realize it's true glory.

I am destined to ride to the wind song

because I chose a Harley Davidson.
Written by
Bonnie Gail Carter
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