Harley-Davidson Biker Chronicles Iraq

troops on
mail day anything
from home received
with a gladdened heart
red white and blue
stationary

dear julie
got word today
one of our girls lgbt
has written a biker film
that's gone hollywood you'll
be home in our bed when the
thing hits town I've kept your chrome
polished the garage is full of sacks of the
potato crop turnips and winter garlic it's rained
it's snowed it's paid a lawsuit and it's let loose a
stream of urine the mare's biological hints to pope jr.
to jump her taking bites out of his groom the idea is to
produce a commercially attractive foal

I took
my harley
out today we
rode the bigelow
remember that divide
where the homesteader's
wife had tick fever? If iraq was
just a little tick on you I'd burn it out
put on some peroxide and we'd ride to
jessie's and plow down a few saw you in
my crystal ball last night what I saw was your
ring melted to your finger I took mine off and put
it in the jewelry box these demons haunt the hell out
of me my ex came by this morning she asked me to
endorse her for the county what's one more vote for a
disturbed land?

harley davidson
biker chronicles iraq
it's midnight here quiet 
a candle burning I'm off to
meditation and untangling
the generic saran wrap it's
time to upgrade - the satellite
is delivering high speed internet
now and hay went up to seven bucks
a bale gas is four bucks a gallon feeding
horses and harleys for a rich ride

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