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Nancy Harris Mclelland

Poetry, Prose, Opinions about Aging from an Ex-cowgirl Octogenarian.

A motorcycle gang passing rvs on interstate 80

Thirteen Hessians on Harley Davidsons 


blast past a Sandstorm, ride the tailwind 


of a Southwind, salute a Wolfpack 


chasing a Carabou.  Crusaders 


in metal helmets cross a double line


Rubicon, roar towards a Sahara


forever on their Horizon. 

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