Ode to my Motorcycle

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Oh, motorcycle,
with your scratched silver paint,
rust-infested gas tank,
missing the proper cap.

Here’s to your broken blinker,
your brakes that send sparks showering,
your oil and gasoline leaking everywhere,
your seat constantly coming unhooked.

Here’s to your battery,
never holding a charge,
leaving me stranded,
when I’m unable to pop-start you.

But even with all your imperfections,
all the times you've failed me,
we always have a good time together,
I’m grateful to have you.





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