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Biker blues
Long hair,leathers,motorbike. Things your parents didn't like. I felt I wasn't good enough. They thought I was much to rough. All this they could not see through or how much that I cared for you. In the end it got to much. I went away and we lost touch. I found your sister,parents to but they won't lead me back to you. So if you think this poem sad and your disliked by your sweethearts mum and dad. Don't be pushed or walk away. Tell them that your here to stay.
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Biker blues
Biker blues
