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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.
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.
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?
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.
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.
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.
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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