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I stood and watched as you rode by.
It wasn't the way it should be.
You rode not on your bike.
You rode by yourself, not with me.
But i shed not a tear.
For you lived free and loved your life.
So ride on and rest in peace.
Till we meet again after while.
When my time comes to take that last ride.
You can bet it'll be with a smile.
Cause I love to ride and I'll be going home.
So I'll enjoy it to the very last mile.
Tim Beauregard 1956-2021
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