Memorial Junior High School Alumni - Lansing, IL

Night Ride What a gorgeous night to ride, the temperature’s just right. Jeans an "T" and a leather vest, are quite suitable tonight. I walk out, get on my bike. Turn the key; switch on headlight. Push the button; start her up. Set aside my coffee cup. Sitting on my steed of steel. The road ahead has much appeal. The air feels good as I ride out. Great night to ride without a doubt. Twisting on my throttle grip, into traffic now I slip. My headlight shines on lines of white. This road, this bike, both feel so right. Accelerating past some cars, stopping at some smaller bars. Grab a burger and some fries. Lets move on my buddy cries. So many places I've not seen. Come on lets ride! Know what I mean? We've turns to make and, roads to cross, Lets keep ridding until we're lost. We keep on riding through the night, Much to soon comes morning's light. Our eyes now heavy needing sleep. The highways call will for now keep. Rew 2/9/04

She calls to my senses My head swims in her song I am lost in her music Her pull is so strong. Her spell has entrapped me She is stealing my heart I stay here in silence As she weaves her dark art. She captures my mind with her words as she sings She tells of the pleasure Her warm body brings. The softness the firmness the sent of her sweat. She knows I'll fall pray. She has already bet. She does not really love me It's her form of abuse. For the way that she lures me she has no excuse. She knows nature calls to me she's sure of her craft. She knows at her magic she is rarely surpassed No one escapes her she's deadly and sure. For the song she will sing to you There is not a cure She's lovely she's crafty You best run while you can, or your life will be over long before it began. Rew 6/23/04