riding with the bikers

leroy and his beard

built his cabin with his hands

riding with the bikers

when i was 4

we camped in oregon

and i was afraid of big foot

we saw his prints in the mud

baby blond hair flying in the wind

just a little girl

on the back of a harley

ain’t got no home

taught me how to live

the moment is all that matters

my mama was wild and free

and she taught it to me

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