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Mar 2016
Nothing comes close
To this feeling  
Of the wind rushing past my face  
The thrum of the engine between my knees  
The sound of thunder emitting out of the exhaust

Nothing comes close
To this sense of euphoria
As I twist the throttle and she picks up more speed
As the wind beats at my jacket


Nothing comes close
To this feeling
Of watching the vehicles, buildings, trees, people rushing past
As I speed by on my two wheeled demon


Nothing comes close
To this sense of freedom
As I cruise along on the road
Underneath a blanket full of stars
With the roar of the engine in my ears
Just me, my bike and the road
Nite
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Nite  Singapore
(Singapore)   
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     Sisilia, Thomas P Owens Sr, Eudora, ryn and ---
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