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Ace of Spades
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by
The Ironhorse Writer
© 3/20/2002
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When I was a kid, the streets were my home
My family was solid, I chose to roam
Neighbors were nervous, called me , "A hood."
"Keep an eye on that one, he's up to no good."
Atop my bicycle, I quickly had found
The neighbors simply adored it's customized sound
A playing card and spokes, that memory never fades
A boy, a bike and the ace of spades
Then came mini-bikes, "He's on the loose,"
"Give 'em enough rope, it'll end up a noose."
Five horsepower of fury, a grin and some shades
Within my back pocket, the ace of spades
Problem with mini-bikes, not to my surprise
As I got larger, they stayed 'mini-size.'
Through deals, handshakes and key personal trades
My first scoot was dubbed, "The Ace of Spades."
Thirty years later, still ridin' hard
Tucked in my wallet, one special card
It tells of a ride, over three decades
Of a Biker who carries the Ace of Spades.
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