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I'm Dreamin' Of A Dry ChristmasI'm dreamin' of a dry Christmas just like one's I use to know where weathermen announce, all use our bypass where you may go, all clear of night's white snow Im' deamin' of a dry Christmas, just like one's i've use to know, where tree-tops glissen an children listen to hear my Harley roar, just for show I'm dreamin' of a dry Christmas, where my love one's expect me, too show, Home, where my heart is, an our Sunday-Mass, Ho! Ho! Packin' gifts like Santa Clause, swiftly as a bike will go Where tree tops an my sportster crome glessions each piston hummin' to, never missin' it's tone, True symphony, as she roams, with clean air without emitions Tis Christmas, an packin' gear, with my Lady, have gone home Ho! Ho! Ho! Have a Merry Little Christmas Vote for this poem |
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