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Miss Dixie
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On Thursday Miss Dixie turned sixty-five,
And decided her life needed a little
more jive.
A Harley struck her fancy that day,
And soon she was off to the nearest
expressway.
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With the wind
in her hair, and bugs hitting her teeth,
Miss Dixie was hugging the road, with her cycle underneath.
This adventure opened up a whole new door,
On a world she had never known before.
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Just
as her senses began to revive,
Her mind began to question this little drive.
Had she made a mistake throwing chance to the wind,
If the result might bring about no good end?
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So
she headed for the Chevy parked at home,
Fearing all the way that she might break a bone.
Doctor bills and Medicare were strong on her mind,
As she rounded the corner in the nick of time.
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Safe
at last in her small abode,
Away from the dangers lurking on the road.
A rocking chair by the fire, was where she needed to be,
Not racing on a cycle seeing what she could see.
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Settling
down for bed that night,
She knew she must have been quite a sight.
Giggling at the fun she had that day,
She thought she heard the Harley calling her to play.
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Next
morning she woke with no fears,
Feeling better than she had felt in years.
Seeing the cycle sitting in the drive,
She knew it was a perfect day to check out I-95.
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copyright
1999, Shelby Brown
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