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by K. Peddlar Bridges, |
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Rock and Roll, it may seem here that we are always pushing the Bikerpoetry envolelope toward its maximum limits. |
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Now, the Part of Harvard University that I belong to is ((( The ))) Harvard Extention School. |
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Bikers ((( going ))) to college is nothing new. Why it is so hard for the average person to accept anyone who rides and loves motorcycles as inteliget, is had to understand? A quick trip out to the parking lot or ((( )))) down to any bike event will show the kind of machinery and creativaty that is out there. You don't build machinery or create art work such as many of these fine exaples without a brilleint mind tucked behind your eyebrows. |
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We all know that Harvard has had its great share of the World's most brilient folks puruse through its gates. |
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To be honest, just when thew first motorcycle ((( rolled ))) into Harvard Yard, we have no why of knowing. We can only guess? |
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(((( Again, )))) the Google Search brings up several names. |
POETS SPOTLIGHT SECTION ...
I Tried to pick a poem or two to go with this column. To be honest, the one I choose, is one of my own. ( Scatter My Ashes in Harvard Yard. ) I hope this poem is not too Morbid or Modalin for I wrote it after being told my heart was 95% blocked and I needed open heart surgery within the next few days. I had, had, a heart attack during Laconia Bike Week in June and I was trying make it the full riding season befor having it done. I hit August and knew there were no more miles to run. The Surgen wanted to do it in three days. I wanted to Wait a week. "You Don't have a week," he told. We compromised at five days and I rode the day befor ((( my surgery.))) I would like to say it was a snap, but in truth it was like a long run through a constuction road, with bad shocks. Here I l((( would ))) like to thank the good doctors: Dr. Sheldon-Berkawitz. Dr. Rouso, and Dr. Poulan, ((a ))) Harvard Man ... "thank you ((( all ))) ." I got a few more riding seasons and a poem , for a Bikerpoet, it don't get no better then that. |
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AND NOW THE POEM === |
Scatter My Ashes in Harvard Yard -
By K. Peddlar Bridges |
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