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On his eighteenth birthday he got his big wish
She was on sale that week and he couldn't miss
The biggest chance to show he was now a man
With pride he polished her with gentle hands
He named her the "Red Queen" and admired her crome
So proud to own her and to bring her home
All his friends came over to have a good stare
Bottles of beers emptied as they started to swear
At last this young man felt like a king
Finally proving to them he could fit in
To show off his new toy he decided to ride
On the rough roads he thought he would glide
So just for fun a test of speed was the thing
He checked the brakes and greased the springs
All eyes followed him on this shinny red queen
But only smoke remained where they had been
The loud noise could be heard from far away
A bang so hard his friends ran that way
Up to this day they can't rightly say
What happened to the red queen on that day
They pulled their friend from the wreck
So young and dying with a broken neck
copyrightŠ2006Irene
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Note:
In memory of all those who have met
their untimely deaths on mmotor bikes
or have been killed by drunken drivers
