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Sometimes it's the simple things
That crease your face with smiles
Like riding into work today
Was stuck behind a car awhile
And in this car a rotty
A mass of black and tan
His head was wider than my lid
With an open window, the breeze his fan
And the smile upon that massive head
Was spread from ear to ear
As he shot the breeze rejoicing
At the day so bright and clear
I rode behind, just putting
My smile quite matching his
For we both know there's nothing
Like living in the wind
Then I looked up at the traffic lights
And far above an eagle flew
On summer thermals, surging moist
Rolling graceful, effortless
On air and nothing else
The light went green
My Harley rumbled
Outdistancing the metal pack
And pitied those whose cages stop
Them getting kicks like that.