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Poem-Death of a Biker

posted 1/23/2007 10:22:27 AM |
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Ashes to Ashes,
Dust to Dust,
George Had a smile,
That you could trust.

So, I'm begging you Lord,
With tears in my eyes,
Let him ride his Harley,
Through Heaven's Skies. In memory of my friend George Zito who died.

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Jan 23 @ 11:56AM  
Good poem. My Dad sounds like your George. He always said he wanted to go with his boots on. My Dad was hit and run - while driving his Harley. He had his boots on. He went the way he wanted. I hope it was quick and painless for George; as it was for my Dad. Mt Dad was 31 when he died; a short life. He was like a big kid in man's clothing. He was playful and loved having fun. I greived because he was so young; BUT knew that where he was; nothing could ever hurt him again. He's on his Harley; and hopefully your George is riding his as well. Wishinh you well - WW

Jan 23 @ 12:54PM  
So sorry for your Loss, will be praying for you


Jan 24 @ 1:10PM  
I like that poem.

Sorry about your friend.

Jan 24 @ 1:37PM  
I like that poem.

Sorry about your friend.
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