Old Jack

by

Dr. Mark Winegar

When I was young and needed a friend most
Old Jack was a friend to me.
We'd ride his motorcycle throughout the town,
Just two boys, wild and free.

With the wind in our hair and the sun on our backs,
Silent in a shared revelry.
Dreaming of the girls, sunbathing at the beach,
Just two boys, wild and free.

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Why don't you look at Oh Diana
by: Samantha M Jones
from: Bucks, England, UK

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