Racing the Reaper - The Biker's Nightmare- Riding his Harley Against all Odds.

Gunning Guitar ~ Background

The engine screams

in his biker’s dream.

He’s racing the reaper

falling into shit deeper.


It all started late last night.

Riding, a girl caught his sight.

Long hair, jeans real tight,

losing a mismatched fight.



In a back alley with two big, ugly dudes,

looked like they had predator tudes.

One held her while the other tore

her shirt. Man, she let out a roar


kicking him hard right in the knee,

Struggling, trying to get her arms free.

“Well hell, this won’t do,” he thought.

“About damn time a rapist got caught.”


Tires squealed as slowed and turned,

popped a wheelie, towards them burned

rubber to pavement flying into the fray,

now, there would be all hell to pay.



Just as he ground to a halt,

he heard, “It’s all your fault!”

screamed at the girl. She was bleeding,

bruises on her face steadily creeping.


The brute drew back his fist and let fly.

She shrunk down and he hit the other guy.

From between the two she moved so fast

laughing like she was having a blast.


From her back she pulled a gun.

Damn, looked like she was having fun.

Quick as lightening she fired a shot

missing the bastard by just a jot.


“Listen up boys and hear me good.

Next time you go and get some wood,

think about the barrel of my little friend,

cause if I see you, you’ll get it in the end. "


She cocked her head and smiled so sweet,

“Thought I would be tonight’s treat?

Think again you redneck, shit for brains.

Strip and lay face down on the drain.”


Both goons quickly complied.

She wasn't bluffing, no lie.

They could tell by the gleam in her eye.

She would just as soon see them die.


When bare butt and on the ground

she got their gear and turned round.

"Well, here’s something tasty just for you.”

She kicked the biggest so hard his tooth flew


from his mouth into an oily puddle.

“That’s for trying to take a cuddle.”

With that she looked the biker straight in the eye.

“How's about you give a girl a ride big guy?”


That’s how the party started.

Off into the dark they darted.

Her clutching his waist in the night

not even rattled from the fight.



The thug’s clothes she tossed after a few turns.

After a few more, her name the biker learned.

Harley. Go figure. The name he had loved for years

belonged to a chick he was about to take for beers.


He pulled into the parking lot of Biker Hell.

What a dump, but they had cold beer for sale.

Going in he throws his arm over her shoulder

thinking, “Slow down. You know you’re older.”


“Harley, how old are you baby girl?”

“Old enough for you to take for a twirl.

I’m 19, if you think you must know.

Now, dance with me nice and slow.”


“19! Girl, I mean Good God damn,

Harley. I’m not a cradle robbing man.

I’m old enough to be your frigging Daddy."

“Chill big boy, we’ll just keep it light and airy”


She looked up at him with no guile at all.

Into those big eyes he knew he could fall,

if he let himself. “Easy there. Slow down,”

he told himself sternly later in the can.


They had just been hanging, sipping Bud,

an occasional dance, but talk in a flood.

It seemed they really hit it off, were two of a kind,

finished each other’s sentences, of a like mind.



When the dive closed as legal open time was up,

he knew without a bit of doubt she was no trollop.

He walked her to his bike asking, “Where to now?

I’ll deliver you safely home,” he said with a bow.


She giggled softly through her swollen, split lips.

Looking in her eyes he swore his heart skipped.

“I’m staying at a dump, a local flea bag motel.

Wasn’t planning on staying in this white trash hell


any longer than long enough to get the job done,

get paid and get gone, like mist under the sun.”

“A flea bag? You don’t mean the Rise and Shine?

Aww hell, baby girl, you better you stay at mine.”


“Stay with you? I thought you were too old for me.”

“I am, girl and I’ll sleep on the couch, you see.

That way you will be safe and sound

and I won’t wind up worry bound.”


“What makes you think I will stay on the couch?

“Cause if you don’t I might turn into a grouch!

I’m only human, girl so stop your teasing.

Get your ass on the bike and listen to reason.


That dive is no place for a nice girl like you.”

“I know. It’s where I picked up those two.

You know Heckle and Jeckle from before?

They followed me out from the ground floor.



If that damn place had any security at all,

they would have been hauled off by the law.”

“Hey, how did they get you trapped?

I saw that gun you had under wraps.”


“They suckered me and I know better.

Of all things they asked if I could read a letter.

They looked dumb enough to be illiterate

and I was dumb enough to fall for it.


When they approached I was leery, you see.

They really had a letter to add to their plea.

I took it and started reading aloud,

all glad to help and kinda proud.


You know it feels good to help someone out.

By then I no longer really had any doubts.

I thought they were legit and just needed help.

Bastard got both my arms. All I could do is yelp.


You can’t pull your gun if you can’t move your arm.

I thought I was about to come to some real harm.”

“Yea, well baby girl, you know what they say.

No good deed goes unpunished. But hey,


next time you’ll be more careful not to drop your guard.

Could have been worse. No one gets out of life unscarred.

Now, hop on and let’s blow this place.

How ya feel about a late night race?



My best time from here is just under five.”

“Hell yea man! You go for it! Let’s ride!”

She held on to his waist as he started up his hog.

They flew through the street's wet, cold and fog.


His place was just like he,

dark, a little rough and free.

He opened the door to his room,

hit the light to illuminate the gloom.


“This is where you sleep, baby. Sorry, it’s not much.

I just use this place for, you know, crashing and such.”

As he turned to go, she put her hand on his shoulder.

She couldn’t help noticing his muscles hard as a boulder.


“You know you want to sleep here.”

“Listen up girl, just so we’re clear,

If I get in that bed, there won’t be any sleep soon.”

“Don’t you think I know that, you big, sweet goon!”


“I’m 15 years older than you baby.

Think about it, this aint time for maybe.”

“I’m no virgin and I know what I like.

Admit it. You know together we’re right.


Tell me that you don’t feel it too.

I’ll shut up, be a good girl for you."

He looked in her eyes sighing really deep.

He knew right then and there he was beat.



He gathered her into his big, powerful arms.

two lovers lost in passion's charms.

A perfect fit one made for the other.

Never had either had a better lover.


Hours later they slept wrapped in each other,

Neither sensed the darkness starting to hover.

The cold creeping up from the floor.

The oily mist seeping under the door.


A preternatural silence fell upon the place

as the mist began to coalesce into a face.

Sinister and cloaked it hovered eight feet in the air

as the rest of its body began to form as if on a dare.



All too soon the entirety of Death had come to form.

The Grim Reaper, himself, towered calling a storm

to hide the house from prying eyes

for the lovers were about to rise.


“WAKE SCUM! Who are you to take her from ME?”

The reaper’s voice rocked the walls, even the chimney.

The lovers bolted upright at the booming exclamation.

Harley instantly paled, drew in a deep, terrified inhalation.


The biker quickly used his own body as a shield

to protect her from whatever powers the thing could wield.

“What are you other than huge and ugly, you beast?”

Don’t…” Harley was silenced as Death’s face creased


into what could only be called a deranged smile.

The biker clenched, sensing quiet was not her style.

“She no longer can speak, not until I allow it.

She’s mine you girl child stealing bag of meat!”


“What claim do you have on her, face-o-horror?”

“Watch it biker trash or you won’t see tomorrow.

I don’t answer to the likes of you. I could kill you

instantly with nothing more than a glance or two.


You think you’re bad because you have won all your races?

Listen up dumbass; I’m the thing that scares all meat faces,

The Grim Reaper, you stupid, little, biker trash man.

And to think, I’ve actually watched you, was even a fan.



She’s mine! For touching her you die!”

The biker saw Harley silently started to cry.

The sight of her few tears burned his heart.

He could never let Death tear them apart.


His mind raced faster than his hog ever had

searching for an answer, starting to go mad.

It came to him. This d#ckhead was full of pride.

What about a bet? Let both their souls ride.


“Alright you, listen up Master-o-ugly wind bag.

I don’t like the idea of you making her your hag.

A fan you say.

Care to play?”



Death’s frozen leer seemed to lessen some.

The sneer on his face almost a smile become.

But the fire in his skeletal eyes grew brighter.

“Damn”, he thought,“f#ckers a real fighter.”


“She’s mine. You filthy sub-meatbag slime.

It will take a century to wash off her your grime.

Are you actually proposing a race for her soul?

Why would I? She’s already in my keeper bowl."


“Maybe so you pompous, butt ugly ass,

but I’m surely not, so quit blowing gas.

Yea, I know it. You could kill me now.

Go ahead, a coward’s move and how.



You don’t have the guts to try to compete

because you know you’re gonna get beat.”

“Pompous! You have the balls to be calling me pompous?

You arrogant trash! So be it. You don't need a compass.


To my world with you both! Enter the land of dreams,

the gateway to my home, for inside would rip the seams

of your puny, stupid, little mind, you insectile whisp of a mortal waste.”

With a wave of his hand they were all in the land of dreams encased.


The biker was sitting on his hog, already wearing his best, most favorite leathers.

The reaper was too, grey, stringy hairs sprouting from his scalp like sickly feathers.

Engines were started and motors hummed in time.

A naked succubus danced at the starting line.


Harley landed at the opposite end of the track a quarter of a mile away.

The biker was determined he had to win somehow and save the day.

In his heart he knew she was the only one that could ever be for him.

To lose her to this f#cing demonic beast would be his worst ever sin.


He grabbed with one hand at the old cross he always wore around his neck.

Thank God it's still there. He prayed “This one thing don’t let me wreck.”

A crowd of demonic souls circled the track.

Once it started, there would be no going back.


The succubus’ sagging teats bounced as she jumped around in glee

waving a human flesh flag. The crowd knew from this no one would flee.

Harley looked on in rapt concentration.

The crowd cheered in a warped elation.



The flag was down, time to begin

the race to determine his end.

Giving his beloved black hog all the juice he could

he bent forward gunning it like he knew he should.


The Reaper did the same, He shot in front like a bullet.

The biker held his own coming in close as a corset

three sizes too small for a fat girl’s hide,

knowing he was in for one hell of a ride.


This, the ride to win the very life

of the girl he would make his wife.

The demon crowd jeered and screamed hollowing a deafening rant.

Surging past The Reaper’s back tire, he heard them squeal, “You can’t!”


“Can’t never could. Watch me now”, he thought through the fray,

willing the screaming bike to go faster, determined no longer to stay

in the wake of the toxic exhaust fumes The Reaper was spewing.

The road ahead their tires were fast as lightening chewing.


Fast nearing the finish they were side by side,

the Reaper ahead by inches not to be denied.

All of a sudden, Harley ran like hell head on past the finish line

right in front of The Reaper who surprisingly stopped on a dime.


The biker flew through the finish line right by the crazy girl of his dreams

laid the bike over and bailed running back to the already escalating scene.

“Daddy no! You can not do this. I will not let you. He is to be mine.

I’m grown. You have to understand I can’t stay with you all the time.”



“Daddy? What the f#ck? What are you talking about Harley?”

“No adult ready to go out on her own would do something so crazy.

I could have run you over damnit! You could have died, my child.

I knew years ago when you refused my ways you would be wild.


This dangerous behavior just proves what I knew all along.

You are not ready, my child to be out all on your own.”

“Harley! God damnit, is this thing really your father?

What the hell are you up to girl? What are you after?”


“Nothing. I only want you. He would have won.

He always does. You would have been done.

I could not let you lose your life.

One day I want to be your wife.



If you will have me that is, now that you know.

I’m only half human. Can you love me even so?”

“Don’t you dare be ashamed of your better, demon side my willful darling daughter!

His so called love doesn’t matter. Before I see you with him, there will be a slaughter!”


“Stop it Daddy. Enough I say! Look me in the eye and understand.

Right here and now I swear by the power of the Black God’s hand

he will be my man. I know you think me young. Maybe you're right.

I will leave here with him. To ensure this I now give blood sacrifice.”



As the words left her mouth, to her neck she raised a hand and ultra fast her own throat slit

A tiny cut, not too awful deep, but blood flowed forth as the biker leapt to her side to quell it.

Ripping off his shirt and holding it to her wound, he glared at her as she almost fainted

“Damnit girl, have you lost your mind? If you die here my whole world is tainted.”


The Reaper had never looked so very grim.

Even the noise of the crowd had started to dim.

“You know there is nothing that overrides what you just did my child.

Where did I go wrong? How is it that my love to you is so very vile?”



“I love you Daddy and I always will.

I love him too and I won’t let you kill

the man who was willing to die for me.

He loves me too. Daddy, can’t you see?”


“Look, Mr. Reaper. It seems you and me got off to a bad start.

I just met your daughter, but Sir, I swear she has my heart.”

He looked Harley straight in the eye and boldly said,

“If I can’t have her, well, then I’d rather be dead.


So, Sir, with all due respect and that kinda shit

we’re leaving here. So, you better get over it.

If you can stand it, I’ll be your crazy, biker, hell raising son too.

You don’t have to lose her when the ceremony we go through.”



“Think of it Daddy. You know he’s right.

You have watched him race most of my life.

You know you always wanted a son.

Come on Daddy, truly, he’s the one.”


“Hell’s bells, the two of you will kill me yet.

Me, who cannot die, had best never regret

the blessing I now give to you both freely.

Welcome to the family son. I mean it, really.”


That night, after the biggest, most wild, debaucherous party in history,

our two lovers were returned to the biker’s bed, but how was no mystery.

Together, now, they would begin their lives paid for with blood, risk and sacrifice.

Even Death had to respect what they had been willing to pay, the ultimate price.

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Michael Ray King 6 years ago from Palm Coast, Florida

Wow! What a ride. I thought it was great until the Reaper came along. Then it got even better. Now that's poetry with a kick!!!

Inkwell780 6 years ago

What to say. I never knew you were that dark, well I had my feelings construed so but.... WOW! "Any longer than just long enough to get the job done,

get paid and get gone like mist under the sun.” Great lines.."A preternatural silence fell upon the place as the mist began to coalesce into a face." BEATIFUL! Sigh.... I love the weaving of humor, philosophy and your propensity as a writer... This Hub is why you shall always be my Muse. You are sensitive yet TOUGH! I have never known a Woman with such appealing nature... Best of Regards, Matthew James R. aka little inky! =;)

alberich 6 years ago

Just smashing!

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poetvix 6 years ago from Gone from Texas but still in the south. Surrounded by God's country. Author

Michael ~ Thank you so much for your kind words and for reading :).

Inky ~ Thank you friend, not only for your time but also for all of your support.

Alberich ~ Thanks for checking it out and for your "smashing" comment :)!

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Ginger Meow 6 years ago

What an epic poem, I loved it, awesome work!

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poetvix 6 years ago from Gone from Texas but still in the south. Surrounded by God's country. Author

Ginger Meow ~ (Love that name and the avatar). Thanks bunches for your kind words and for stopping by.

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Micky Dee 6 years ago

Yo poetvix! I hit all your buttons because it is "all that"! Thank you Ma'am!

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poetvix 6 years ago from Gone from Texas but still in the south. Surrounded by God's country. Author

Mickey ~ Thanks bunches bud... you always make me smile when you stop by.

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sligobay 6 years ago from east of the equator

WOW Vix- This is a mighty saga indeed. I wouldn't be surprised to see this turned into a screenplay for a movie someday. You clearly think in Rhymne, but could you rap this to a Texan country western two step beat? LOL. You are so wonderfully creative. Cheers.

hubpageswriter 6 years ago

Agrees on, what a ride.:)

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poetvix 6 years ago from Gone from Texas but still in the south. Surrounded by God's country. Author

Sligobay ~ Awww, sniff, this is twice you have made me smile this morning. Thanks so much :). Hmm... a Texan country western two step??? I doubt it as I am much more into metal, but then I'm moody so who knows :). Thank you very much for your kind words and may your day be blessed and all of your Hubs be happy.

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poetvix 6 years ago from Gone from Texas but still in the south. Surrounded by God's country. Author

Hubpageswriter ~ thanks for stopping by, for your sweet words and I hope to see you again around the pages.

MrDSpade2 6 years ago

What a poetic story of fighting, beautiful chicks, reapers and an insane race.

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poetvix 6 years ago from Gone from Texas but still in the south. Surrounded by God's country. Author

MrDSpade ~ Thanks bunches for dropping in and for your kind words. I do so love it when you visit.

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DarkDisOrder 6 years ago from B.A.D. (Beyond All Dimensions)

Spade is just copying off me, damn, I was going to say something like that, well anyway, when the reaper's part came into play the excitement of reading your hub intensified the blood rushing to my brain, great hub. Hey Spade top that, ya bastard, hahaha...

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poetvix 6 years ago from Gone from Texas but still in the south. Surrounded by God's country. Author

DarkDisOrder ~ I do so thank you for coming to visit and for your truly kind words.

I think I shall stay out of the competition between you and Mr. Spade as I know that to even attempt to get between the two of you would be like stepping between thunder and lightening and I have no desire to be obliterated at the now.

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Nell Rose 6 years ago from England

Hi, fan-bloody-tastic!!! from one biker to another, WOWWWWW! Yaheah! sorry got carried away! Now why the hell couldn't I have written that? what can I say? well, I think I said it! BRILLIANT! probably the best poem/story I read on here til now. You have gotta do something with this, send it to a magazine or something, it's brilliant, sorry already said that! ha ha cheers and well done! nell

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poetvix 6 years ago from Gone from Texas but still in the south. Surrounded by God's country. Author

Nell ~ Awww geez girl, you're making me blush... thank you!!! I'm so glad you enjoyed it :). You are too kind and I so love seeing your sweet words.

Thanks for dropping in and taking the time to read ... you made my day with your comment, thanks again.

MrDSpade2 6 years ago

This hub is a true manifestation of profound skill created from the core of the human mind, hence why I had to come back and comment again, keep up the good work, poetvix. Enjoy my comeback's, DarkDisOrder, fore you are the bastard, bastard to the core, hahaha.

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poetvix 6 years ago from Gone from Texas but still in the south. Surrounded by God's country. Author

MrDSpade2 ~ Pleasure to see you again sir. Thank you for your words so sweet, your presence so enticingly dark, and your ever watchful ways :).

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epigramman 6 years ago

...I am laughing here how you attract all of the dark crowd including the Shroud of Epigramwolf - lol lol - yes this is epic indeed. I needed to stop after reading this and take a long nap and a big glass of water.

What a premise that Quentin Tarantino could come up with in cinematic terms with your fabulous piece of writing - because as the written word it is already cinematic with tons of great imagery and dialogue. Bravo - but I now I have to return to the real world!!!!

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poetvix 6 years ago from Gone from Texas but still in the south. Surrounded by God's country. Author

Epigramman ~ I am pleased at your laughter for it is good for us all to laugh. (Actually it has been clinically shown to be healthy).

Thank you for dropping in on my little hub here and for your kind words. As always, you are a breath of fresh air and I truly like seeing you.

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mandyf 6 years ago

Felt like I was there! Spectacular writing!

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poetvix 6 years ago from Gone from Texas but still in the south. Surrounded by God's country. Author

Mandyf ~ Thanks bunches! Glad you could drop in. Happy Hubbing!

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Micky Dee 6 years ago

You are so KEWL!

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poetvix 6 years ago from Gone from Texas but still in the south. Surrounded by God's country. Author

Micky ~ Not at all, but I'm glad someone thinks so... thanks bunches :).

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epigramman 6 years ago

....I return to this poetic story marvel as I often do with a lot of your hubs from time to time - like me you are a great storyteller with always a very cinematic approach to your writing - I can just visualize it as I am reading these words - and you inspire me to return to my 'bat cave' and try to write something as good as this - not only do great minds think alike - it also takes one to know one!!!!

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poetvix 6 years ago from Gone from Texas but still in the south. Surrounded by God's country. Author

Epigramman ~ It brings me much joy to have you return to my hub. Thank you so very much for your words of kindness but there can be no doubt, when it comes to greatness, you are the master.

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nighthag 6 years ago from Australia

This was breathtaking, the story that flowed from your pen was simply incredible, kept me hooked and i know i will be back a few dozen more times to read it.

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poetvix 6 years ago from Gone from Texas but still in the south. Surrounded by God's country. Author

Nighthag ~ Thank you so much. Your kind words have put a smile on my face this morning. :)

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epigramman 5 years ago

...back to revisit a classic and as always stand/sit in awe at your inimitablle/unique style - and also to post this wonderful piece of writing to my Facebook page with a direct link back here .....

lake erie time 10:35am - do you know of the Great Saddlerider - he would love this.

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poetvix 5 years ago from Gone from Texas but still in the south. Surrounded by God's country. Author

Dearest Epi ~ So good to see you. Thank you so much for the share. I do know him! Love his stuff.

I overslept. It's really nice to awaken to such nice words from you. God bless you my friend.

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saddlerider1 5 years ago

Well all I can say is I'm glad that our mutual friend Epigramman placed this one on his Face Book as I would never have known you wrote it unless I visited 10 months ago. This is epic and being an ex biker myself, let me tell you I felt the ride, the rush, the girl, the dad and the rush of adrenalin.

I've often raced my bikes in the past, and there was no better feeling than to feel all that power under my tight fitting It was a blast from the past this great scribe, the only thing.

I wasn't hooked up with the devil, although I had a few hot girls with the devil in their jeans,hot stuff for sure. Cheers to all the bikers out there, there is no better sound than a HARLEY...rev, rev.

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poetvix 5 years ago from Gone from Texas but still in the south. Surrounded by God's country. Author

Saddlerider ~ Thank you to Epi from me as well for the share and thank you for reading. I'm not a biker but years ago while working my way through college I worked in a biker bar. While wild doesn't begin to describe it, I have yet to meet a group of guys with bigger hearts. I remember my first attempt to drive a Harley on my own quiet well, epically considering all the Jack I had that night. Let's just say to this day I still contend if the guy that owned it did not want me to put it into the wall of the kitchen he should not have told me to "just hop on and give some gas. You’ll be fine." :) What a blast and no one was really hurt so is all good. This was a fun write and I'm glad it brought back fond memories. Considering the current state of the nation I think a little dose of biker tude could be highly beneficial at the now.

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Nefarious_Misery 5 years ago from on the move

Amazing piece. And one of my favorite subjects as well. As always you astound me.

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poetvix 5 years ago from Gone from Texas but still in the south. Surrounded by God's country. Author

Nefarious Misery ~ Thank you so much. This was a lot of fun to write. I love the spirit, the mentality, the take no b.s. fierce independence of the biker attitude. I don't know why, but I have always wanted to write of the devil's daughter. This is the closet I have gotten yet. Maybe I can try again for Halloween :).

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sligobay 5 years ago from east of the equator

Hi Vix: I just posted this poem link on a new forum in the Hubbers Hangout for great poems written more than a year ago. You and this poem are my favorites.

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poetvix 5 years ago from Gone from Texas but still in the south. Surrounded by God's country. Author

Sligobay ~ Oh! You are the sweetest. You made my day, as you often do. Thank you bunches and bunches! You know you are Hubtastic in my book. You're series of "Euan the Highlander" is better than some fiction I have purchased in bookstores.

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