

RideTheDarkness, RideTheLightRide The Darkness, Ride The LightRideTheDarkness, RideTheLight
Hit the road with a click of the Kickstand, let's ride hand in hand.
Spin the tires, grind the gears. Hit the trails, no fear no tears.
Fly, up, down and around, in and out.
Ride The Darkness, with but one light. Mounted on the front, just right.
Ride under stars and
city lights, slivery moon and pale turquoise sky.
Shadows dance around the frame, ever faster not to be tame.
Wind passes and whistles by, down the road we fly. Two wheels, a bod


on druidssurrounded by sunlight and rolling green hills, majestic mountains in the background. giant green oak groves abound, the most sacred of trees. and here dancing across the beauty are the free, the revered, the healers, and judges, and poets of old, and brehon law holds sway.on druids
this is a druid place. a place where learning and creativity are the utmost expression of religion. there is no roman catholic law governing here. there is no baptist, no protestant, no morman, none other belief but our own. the trees here are revered, receptacles of knowledge from centuries past. who but a tree really knows what has gone before? si


no titlechildlike in innocence, even though grown; trusting and loving, to the wind, caution thrown; gentle and joyous, with sun-bright eyes; sparkling laughter, with words so wise.no title
open and tender, in spite of past hurt; giving and loyal, each look a word; volumes spoken, in the silence heard; hearts mended, with respect well earned.
this caring and sharing, of moments in time; can only be gifted by powers divine; shadows of sorrow lifted, left far behind; hands in frienship clasped, and through love entwined.
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