El motorcycle, el motor sykkel
Where friendship dwells....
There are riders that ride soo fast They make my matrix blast There are friends that like friendship soo much they will explode a lake with sweet waters into a salty see with lemon raddles I know friendship, it can be nice....in comfortable mix with honey milk and drips of ginger ale at making wishes in the night into dreams full of delight. I know friends can be sweet....a keenship of partners in hearts in mind and a soul link to last....thru moonlight in the night and flying feet in the wind at cloud high sky....with pomps of pink in caramel they sink. I love to have friends to. But spilling blood for stealing friendship tods would i never sink me precious pride into such bloody tides. I think it has to do with misfortune, lack of love and inside torture. Passion for friendship can be sometimes crucially lonesome. Make people kill for caring hands and ears that listen in dwelleres stand. Friendship is beautyful....in the hands of minds that value that bea...
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