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A LAND CALLED FREE
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(A Biker Kids Bedtime Story)
by
The Ironhorse Writer
© 8/9/2002
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Long ago, in a land called 'Free'
There lived the people of 'Liberty'
These people were righteous
Naturally cool
Best of all, they were 'Old School'
They formed a bond upon the road
Written in the wind, a Brotherhood's code
Of Honor, of Justice
Being clearly resigned
To never leaving a Brother behind
Others felt the 'Liberty'
Were running much to rampantly
Short sighted were the 'Others'
A dichotomy
To believe as they did in a land called 'Free'
The people of 'Liberty' refused to give in
They'd found truth within the wind
The 'Others' were angry
And though they tried
The winds of Freedom would not be denied
Soon, the 'Others' saw the light
The people of 'Liberty' had it right
The 'Others' bought leathers
Boots, up to their knees
We now know them as the 'Wannabes'
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