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Life on a motorbike
Contributed by
Apollonia
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Sunday, 23rd March 2014 @ 12:47:09 PM in AEST
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Picturing my life on the back of a bike
Travelling the whole wide world
From sky to earth
Drive over the mountain side
Let’s see the green woods
And breathe the blue sky
Fly over the shining roads
With the sun on my face
And the wind on my back
Surrounded by the sound of a V8 motor
Just too realize
That nothing has ever been better
Feel the love inside my soul
Smell the flowers around the land
Have never been more peaceful inside
Smiling more and more
As I pass the states
First Washington DC
Wanted to see Maryland
Go further to New York
Where the streets are felt with lights
Then drove further to Pennsylvania
Always wanted an Amish pie
Then into Ohio
Overwhelming nature
See the whole world
See all the different people
I want to go everywhere
Europe
All over the world
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Apollonia
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2014-03-23 12:47:09]
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Re: Life on a motorbike
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by Metalman173 on
Friday, 28th March 2014 @ 11:42:45 AM AEST
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Sounds like a true story...
Makes me want to go on a road trip |
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Re: Life on a motorbike
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by ladyfawn on
Thursday, 8th May 2014 @ 07:03:27 PM AEST
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sounds to me like you are a very
active free spirit, beautiful images,
hugs n' love nessa |
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Re: Life on a motorbike
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by Former_Member on
Monday, 26th January 2015 @ 12:31:09 PM AEST
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| There's something about a bike ride compared to that of a car. It's being part of the journey, not a spectator. You took me along with you. |
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