And so Oh Harley
Where art thou?
Snugged away in the garage
With a blanket cover
A short hibernation
Like the well fed bear
But soon the sun will come
And again you will rise
From your place of rest
And stretching yourself
You will roar
And with your rider
You shall roam the highways again.
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