Sun high and bright warm upon my skin
A cool breaze in my face
My bike roaning beaneth me
Cruising down the road
Just the journey ahead
No plans, just go whenever the road leads
Writing poetry and short stories to let people take a peek inside my mind. I also do videos, take pictures, and like to cook and share tips on cooking
Lightening flashes Thunder shakes the ground Hail Rain Wind so hing it makes a grown man cry Twister Twister The storm rages on The beast...
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