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Flash Gordon By: Karen Thompson SeaTwist@aol.com
I met a biker once, He was a good friend to me. We had good times together, He taught me what I needed to be.
He was havin’ a good time, And always runnin’ hard. I watched him on his bike one day, As he pulled out from his yard.
I said I want to do that, He said sounds good to me. I got up on my Harley, And rode it to the sea.
I thought about him often, And all the good times we had. I said one day I'd call him, And continue what we had.
Then one day I found him, He had to do his time. Said the ‘man’ came down and got him, And hit him with a fine.
I told him not to worry, I'll get him out of there. And we rode off together, Through the midnight air.
He built a bike for me, A Street Bike Named Desire. And on that bike I rode one night, And lit the town on fire.
This is my Flash Gordon, A biker that I love. I know he'll think of me, As an Angel from up above.
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