VAROOMA Poem by Betty HermeleeMotorcycle gatheringThousands of motorcycles cluster in the run virus spreads like butter heck no, we're havin fun They beat their sun burnt chests knock off their leather gear hoot and howl and stick ear to ear Too close to sustain what do they prove? nothin but spewin and dance in the groove Smoke and chew and hang at night kick up their engines at poor neighbor's fright The world's eyes aghast thinkin they're nuts no masks, no worries knownin the virus has past
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12 Reviews Added on August 10, 2020 Last Updated on August 10, 2020 AuthorBetty HermeleeBlack Mountain, NCAboutMy love of poetry results from my love of art. As a painter I am able to express myself on a canvas. As a poet my words come from my heart, my moods, sometimes sad, mostly upbeat. I like to use vivid .. more..Writing
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