Uploaded July 2024 | Updated September 2026, 1 week ago

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33 Grazed

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My friend Larry had a Honda fifty,
It was Nineteen Sixty-three,
You could cram two boys on it,
And that second boy was me.
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The bike was weak and gutless,
But I’d jump off on steep hills,
And with a fifty CC Honda,
There were very little thrills.
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That is until that Saturday,
On those gravel roads that we drove,
We headed up Plume Creek,
Toward a town called Quercus Grove.
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At thirty-five miles an hour,
With wind and bugs in our hair,
And with smoke rolling up behind us,
It was an hour to anywhere.
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So we changed our destination,
To Larry’s house beyond,
But within a mile we grazed a dog,
And flew into some guy’s lawn.
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Larry hit the pavement first,
It was a painful nasty fall,
I landed on top of him,
And was hardly hurt at all.
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They took Larry to the hospital,
And they took me back home,
I’m thinking Larry never rode that bike again,
But if he did, he was alone.