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Motorcycle translated into Spanighm then back into English... motorcycle you scared to me but I had taste of her memory to seat to me behind you in its motorcycle I think my fingers I maintained its waist. and memory to watch my head in its shoulder in the rear view mirror. and I smiled, because it was its shoulder as it felt me more comfortable with you, I moved my head nearer its neck, smelled its Colony, felt the heat to radiate of its skin. you scared to me I tightened your waist every time I thought that you must have used the brakes but still I seated behind you in addition, was a good excuse to cling to you. U.S. Government Copyright Chicago Poet Janet Kuypers on all art and all writings on this site completed before 6/6/04. All rights reserved. No material may be reprinted without express permission.