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Old Harleys Never Die Potato, potato, potato, potato, good-by. Waaaaagh Potato, potato Waaaaagh. what a sky. Potato, potato Waaaaagh Potato Waaaaaaaaagh. What a sunset. FTW, man. As I ride past the graves, I wonder why, Young women, and old Harleys never die. William J. Karnowski karnowsk@kansas.net www.williamjkarnowski.com
"Hardtails" a collection of his biker poetry available: Bill Karnowski P.O. Box 287 Wamego, Kansas 66547 for $5.00 each
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