Sitting here in wasted time,
Often thinking of my Ride,
And the feeling of Freedom,
With the sense of Pride

They can lock up the man,
But his heart remains free,
While riding his Harley,
The pride is easy to see,

The visions of open roads,
The smell of hot asphault,
Sounds of a roaring engine,
As the highway we assault,

In a cell eyes closed tight,
Our minds dirft away,
That old feeling of Pride,
Is with us to stay,

The caress of a warm wind,
Fantasizing of our ride,
Still being locked down,
Letting our mind be the guide,

Yes, you may lock up the man,
And tear his freedom away,
But once we close our eye's,
Our freedom is here to stay.

Wayne 06/05

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Rusty a warrior of a man,
ONE of a KIND !

Full of heart loyalty and respect,
His lifes a legacy,
What else would one Expect,
He finishes his Time,
Nows the time for him to Ride,
On a bike built by Jesse,
Straddling it with Freedom and Pride,

He was taken from his loved ones,
Now only to be back in thier arms,
Never to be away again,
And always keeping them out of Harm,

They may of locked up the man,
But they couldnt enclose his HEART,
along with the FRC,,He remained partly free,
A brotherhood never to be torn APART,

Rusty a mountain of a Man,
Who stood strong for his Rights,
Never backing down an Inch,
Stood on the frontline ,ready to Fight,

Rusty you taught us well my Brother,
To stand up and be Strong,
Because if we would of backed down,
Everything we believe in would of seemed so Wrong,

So Ride on my Solid friend,
Hold yourself up Strong,
Its because of YOU,
that issues with us didnt go WRONG!

With respect, Wayne 01/27/05

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By Panhead Josh

I See You Pointing
Your Finger At Me
What’s You Problem Son?
You Got Something To Say?
I’m All Ears What’s On
Your Mind Today?

What’s That? I Cant Hear You
Speak Up Boy Or Shut Up
Your Wasting My Time
Seems You Had Plenty To Say
When My Back Was Turned
Come On Boy ! Where’s Your Nerve

Now I Couldn’t Help But Overhear
You Saying Something About
The Way I Dress
Something About This Patch
On My Vest
If You Have Something To Say
Say It To My Face
Show Me Some Respect

Just Which One Was It
You Were Spouting About?
My 81 Support Patch
Did I Hear You Right?
You Want To What?
Cut It Off My Vest?
You May Do It
But Not Without a Fight

Now If I Was You
Id Just Leave
Your Making Me Angry
And That’s Something
You Don’t Want To See

But Before You Go
Let Me Tell You A Thing Or Two
Respect Is Earned
Not Just Given
They’ve Earned Mine
And I’ve Earned Theirs
You Have Yet To
Earn Mine
Watch What You Say
Your Standing On Thin Ice

You Don’t Know Me
Or What I Stand For
This Patch That May Piss You Off
But I’ll Take More Then You
To Rip It Off

They Will Burry It With Me
When I Die
This Patch Stands For
Love, Respect And Honor
Put Them Words Together
And It Spells American Pride
Ok Now I’m Finished
Do You Still Want To
Step Outside?

By Panhead Josh 01/22/2005

OutlawsWorld

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Today we shall remember,
This 11th day of november
Of hero's who fought and died
In their heart ,country's pride,

There are wars every day,
Quite common you might say,
But if we were never there
why should we care,

Maybe for the sense of praise,
As they ran thru a bullets haze,
Never to look back,
their minds were intact,

They asked for no special treatment,
As the bro's Life was spent,
Diving into the mud ,
And crawling thru the blood,

Some never made it back,
Statistics show that fact,
A family does without,
Always in some doubt,

So when you think of war
Think of the Vets who settled the score,
And bring a smile to your face ,
For the Vets who won the race,

Never did they ask for sorrow,
Even when maybe there is no tomorrow,
Just dug in and fought
As the enemy they sought,

I'm proud to know a soldier,
Who never really got any older,
But while here he died,
With all his country's pride,

With respect, Wayne 11/10/04

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The day New York was awakened,
Was the day the world Mourned,
Thousands of innocent lives lost,
And only a few to be Scourned,

Terroist of the world,
With one jet a stray,
Since turned the world,
To thier knees and Pray,

Mothers , fathers ,brothers ,& sisters,
Perished without a chance,
No one ever knew,
That day was thier last Dance,

Mesmerized by the TV news,
Over and Over again,
Can it be True?,
All this Lost of Man,

Twin Towers are No longer,
Two pillars of the Nations Pride,
Gone in only Minutes,
Killing all that were inside,

Sept/11/2000 ,
Our world has never been the same,
All the merciless killings.
With only Bin Laden to BLAME!,

I write this poem,
With a feeling of solitude,
Only prayers i can give,
In this somber mood,

We now open our Eye's,
With a wary look,
Just how easy the Lost,
After those buildings shook,

But always in our thoughts,
And Never to be Forgot,
All those poor Families,
Together our Sad feelings are brought,

On behalf of all solid bikers,
Who Ride over open roads,
Those memories are in our Wind,
So always our Prayers will be Told,

written by: Wayne Harvey
July07/03
dedicated to the families and lost ones that never had a chance ,may your face be in the Wind Forever.......

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CANADIANS DO REMEMBER !!!!

Yes we Canadians have a heart,
I think we have shown,
Right from the very start,
When the threat of terrorist has grown,

We were struck with sorrow and pain,
On that September Day,
All was lost and nothing to gain,
All to do was kneel down and Pray

We felt your pain and sorrow,
Of the loved ones you lost,
Would there be another tomorrow,
And what would be the cost,

We may be Canadians to you,
But all were looking for,
Is maybe something to do,
To help you settle the score,

We also have shed many a tear,
For the ones who were killed,
And yes , the terrorist we do fear,
With disallusion our minds are filled,

How can we lend a hand,
Now three years have passed,
We are still trying to understand,
If this nonsence will last,

A day never goes bye,
That in some way we are reminded,
Of the terror in the sky,
And thru all the hate we are Blinded,
Please always do Remember,
Canadians feel your pain,
For those who were lost, that ninth day of September
And still wondering who really to Blame.

We keep you's in our thoughts,
And forever in our Hearts,
Our true feelings are brought,
We been with you from the Start,

Written By a Canadian for the Canadians

Wayne Harvey,    9/11/04

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A HELLS ANGEL

Yes , I am an Angel,
Riding a steel Horse,
Full of Pride and Respect,
to each other of Course

We all Live as One,
But we are world wide Strong,
So try and stay out of our Way,
Then nothing should go Wrong,


A special Breed we Are,
Something you just don't Learn,
As you are Born an Angel,
And 1%er is our Term,

There is an Angel Born,
Each and Everyday,
From birth we are an Angel,
And this is way we'll Stay,

Everyone has heard of an Angel,
But not really do they Understand,
About the Death Head on our Backs,
Is for what we Stand,

We wear it with Pride,
Followed by Respect and Loyalty,
It's our way of Life,
Riding to be Free,

Sometimes you may see only One,
But he is never Alone,
For he is an Angel,
We call the roads our Own,

Media puppets who slander Us,
Trying to earn thier Pay,
Writing all the Bullshit,
Maybe they'll learn Someday,

Some of us may get Busted,
Because we stood for our Right,
As we are THE BIG RED MACHINE,
Together our Loyalty is Tight,

We are the Hells Angel's,
Some call us the 81's,
We all know who we Are,
As we Ride together on Run's,

Our colours are spread World Wide,
And we Ride our Bikes and feeling Free,
Because we are the HELL"S ANGEL"S,
It's just the Halo you can't See,

written by:
Wayne Harvey of Waynes III

Written for and dedicated to the RED and White.

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Lonely Man

Justice is so swift,
Too swift I would say,
Them not knowing the person,
When passing judgement that day,

Our freedom is taken away,
Our rights are stripped,
We are now a statistic,
An inmate from us freedom is ripped.

They put us in their programs,
As we do our wasted time,
But even they know,
We just hear of everyone else's crime.

But for my family I will change,
Never to be locked down again,
Because being away from my loved one's,
Is the only thing I want to mend.

A lonely prison man,
With a pitchure in hand,
That's when tears will flow,
And rehabilatation will mend.

I am not ashamed to say I've cried,
But in no way wanting sorrow,
Look at me as a man,
Who will change for tomorrow.

You could fill a mighty river,
With then tears I have wept,
My remorse flows freely,
For my family I have kept.

So when you hear the word convict,
Think of the man behind the name,
Because in some cases,
He was not all of the blame.

This hurried up system won't change,
Looking down innocent men for a crime,
Before checking all the details,
When putting him down in time.

I feel I am a good man,
Who has been mistreated,
Tearing apart a good family,
Taking me away from where I was needed.

My time will soon be over,
And with my loved ones I will be,
Paying for so called mistakes,
But they will never keep my family from me.

They tried to break a good man,
Taking everything I've treasured,
But they didn't realize one thing,
Is that my heart they never measured.

Wayne 1985

---

Searching

Riding down the highway,
Collecting my troubled thoughts,
Wondering where lam headed,
Always the fear of being caught,

Just me and my 61 inch,
Riding from town to town,
Furthering myself from city stinch,
And all the bullshit I found,

Always ready to move on,
To the next time I ride,
Just me and my knuckle,
And a heart full of pride,

Hoping soon to settle down,
A solid old lady and my loyal bike,
But I keep searching from town to town,
For a place to drive my spike.

WAYNE /1984

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My Pride

My harley is my pride,
Also my closest friend,
Together we ride,
As if the highway will never end,

I decide when I ride,
I decide where I go,
So all jap scrap move over,
Because your class is to low,

Hoping for summer days,
For seeing a long ride,
That's why my harley stays,
So I can burst with personal pride,

I am here to party and ride,
Along side of my rightious bros,
They also filled with pride,
And down the road we go.

WAYNE /1984

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I'm Just A BIKER

Riding our Steel Horses,
Attitude and Pride,
There's no finer life,
Then riding an electric glide,

We are hated by many,
Letting thier ignorance show,
They are so naive,
The things that they don't know,

Hell, we sweat, bleed and hurt,
Just like the rest of you's,
And we raise our family,
And we read the local news,

Sitting down, suck back a beer,
Shooting the shit with our bro's,
Does this seem so bad,
Reminising of Bike shows,

Yes we may look mean,
And our Bikes are loud,
But its whats between our legs,
That makes us so damn proud,

Building it from a Box,
Frame, engine, and fat bob tanks,
Slowly taking shape,
Yes Harley Davidson we will Thank ,

We sit back and enjoy,
The creation that is mine,
Man "She's so beautiful!",
Like no other Kind,

Anticipating our first ride,
On a warm summer night,
Knowing soon that Joe Citizen,
Will be filled with Fright,

But there is no reason,
For you to be scared,
Because we're in our own World,
And yours can't be compared,

We never mean you's harm,
Just wanting to be left alone,
Only us and our rides,
And the open road that we roam,

We're not the ones to blame,
For all of your ignorance,
As we were born Bikers,
Too bad you's never had the chance,

Our lifestyle is a gift,
And we stand up for our rights,
That's maybe the only time,
You hear of Biker Fights,

You wonder whats a 1%'er,
And of our Black leather,
It's just our way of Life,
Along with something for the bad weather,

Even though you cut us down,
We never get mad,
It's just a way of Life,
And it's for your that we feel sad,

Yes, We are Bikers,
Till the day we die,
We'll ride till we're dead,
And that is no lie,

We will not harm you,
Or cause you any pain,
We really are good people,
But we're obviously not the same,

We are the men in black leather,
Greasy blue jeans and tattoos,
You think we all dress the same,
But only if you really knew,

You ask what's a Biker run,
Riding Three Hundred Strong,
Just because there's so many,
Doesn't mean we're doing wrong,

Maybe its another charity run,
Raising money and Awareness,
Helping some sick Children,
Hoping to releave thier Stress,

Never asking where it's going,
The time and money that we spend,
It may be for your child,
That their illness we help to mend,

So maybe you don't like us,
And that is Okay,
Because we all stick together,
Yes that's the Biker Way.

Written by Wayne Harvey of: WAYNES WORLD II & III

Copyrighted: Oct/25/02

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As you ride down my lyric highway, Close your eyes and open your MIND

No Matter Where We have travelled there, We have travelled here, But no matter where we end up, Our love has no fear, If It dosen't matter to us, Why should It matter to you, Because deep Inside, We know our love Is true, You could put us on seprate worlds, Light years apart, But the feeling that we share, Could never seperate our heart, So try to live with our right, To be together as one And stop complaining, Because you's are not having fun, We accept your ways, Even If at times we don't agree, Just remember that when your heart Is full, Your life will always be free. WRITTEN BY: WAYNE The Nationals (formerly 'Terraplane Blues Band') Ben Gadd passed away 1999 at age of 42 (harp/vocal/lead guitar) Gone but Held Inside We all know someone, Who we have lost, I'm sure we all feel, That it has been a hurtful cost. It's hard to put a price, On friendship and family, But losing someone close, Does it really make them FREE. Myself I've lost too many, Friends, family and Bro's, We never really had the chance, To let our true feelings grow. It seems we just met, Then their life was swept away, Not knowing why they had to go, Or where they are gone to stay. At times we sit alone, Wondering where could they be, But will we ever know, If they were really set FREE.. Bro's someday we'll ride again, And MOM and Marg, I will see your smile, But you all seem to have left without a fair trial. Our heart holds you tight, But still always wondering, why things don't seem right, Remembering all the good times, It seems you left without a fight. So save a place in time for us, Your family, bro and friend, But until that day we meet, You're in our hearts till the end. ALWAYS REMEMBERED   ->   Wayne, 1999 Away from You Being away from you, Makes me only half a man, Being away from you, Is like having a house but no land, Being away from you, Has a day with only 12 hours, Being away from you, Is like having a stem but no flowers, Being away from you, Is having a model but no glue, Being away from you, Is like playing pool with no cue Being away from you, Doesn't make life very fair, Being away from you, Is like having tables but no chairs, I guess what lam trying to say, Is If I didn't have you, I wouldn't have a end, To my life story. The Biker Internet I work 24 - 7 it seems, Ride home shower and eat, Waiting to click on, To the internet, to see who I meet. I've met Doctors, Lawyers, and so on, They think they met the same, But they never know the face, That goes along with the name. Yes, wierdos in every bunch, Mostly overgrown children, Playing with their stupid games, Till we click them to end. And now I have met Internet friends, And knowing that they are bikers, Real ones I mean, And not wannabe strikers. Destination it would seem, Bikes, babes, and biker news, Our interests all see the same, And we're never hassled by the screws. On the street we ride as marked men, From loud pipes to a burnt out light, But it's too bad on the net, Irt's the screws that lose their fight. We say what we want, And be who we are, Like we're drinking at the same table, Even though we're so fucking far. So to all my biker Bro's, Keep your heads high, We don't even wear a helmet, So they couldn't bust us if they try. Banner links keep us in touch, Helping each other out, Learning as we go, Always a top left answer, no doubt. So as I sign off my biker bro's, I'm in Canada and can't ride, Because up here it's winter, So in front of my computer I will reside. See you on the net, And maybe this summer, Our path's will cross, Then we can become a real brother!! Wayne(HARV!) 1999       Seeing Through the Eyes Sitting here behind a steel door, Daydreaming of my lonely pride. Waiting for my release day, To show my personal pride. Sitting here in limbo, Listening to jail house stories. Always with a top left, But usually bullshit with no glory. If you bro's been there, You know what I mean. We can see in these eyes, That they never owned a machine. We let them ramble on, About the rides they been on. And they know deep inside, That their stories are all wrong. But we don't give a shit, About there made up stories. Because at least we know, That we have rode the glory. Just a few more months, 26 to be exact. My iron horse had a rest, But is longing for me to come back. I count my months, Slowly but surely. I'II be back on the road, Never having to worry. So bro's that understand, They are kids with a dream. We always hear there stories, Of riding their own American Dream. Wayne 1986       SLEEP with ANGELS She was a stong lady, Full of beauty and grace, Now she has left us, Left without a trace. Everyone who has met this sweet lady, Knows her caring attitude towards friends, Would help them when they were down, And would stick with them till the end. There must be a reason, For GOD to take her from her friends, But why take her away, When her life was too short to end. So sleep with Angels our sweet friend, And watch over us day to day, Because a day will not pass by, That we won't sit and quietly pray. You were put on this earth for a reason, But too hard for us to figure out, And in your short life, You were one of a kind no doubt. All we can do now as friends, Is sit and wonder why, You have been taken away, And are now high up in the SKY. Deeply missed by yor friends, who you have graced thier life. And a special thought from Jim, Jed & Pam, Sue, Wayne, and from all the people who never had the pleasure of your sweet smile! Suddenly Theirs friends you think you know, Expecting nothing to change, Then one dark bewildering Day, Your life will suddenly re-arrange. One sit's and wonders who's to Blame, Pointing their finger's in all direction's, But then maybe it's the FINGER POINTER'S, Who has Lack of real Affection. Attributing the blame on others, Being Ignorant of the whole fact, Trying to Shade their own fears, Not knowing what went of track. To those who point their finger's and judge, Maybe open up your own eye's, Because if you really were aware, You may of heard Cathy's silent cry's. It take's one big step, To cross that line, A long & planned jump, Just hoping everything will turn out fine!! Wayne Harvey /2000 dedicated to my Bro! & Sister Hawk & Cathy! Not to Worry I had a dream last night, My mother spoke to me, Saying she was sorry, This is the way it had to be, Not wanting me to worry, When it's time for her to leave, Knowing she'll be in our hearts, But from her life she'll be relieved, Saying she had a good life, And was proud of her family, She was a good mother, Always has been there for me, Still here to watch over us, Helping us along the way, May not be here physically, Mom's beside us everyday, Her beauty will live on Memories of her caring eye's, It just hurts so much, Why god never heard our cries, We love you so much mom, Our life won't be the same, You not being with us, Our life will feel so lame, At times i still smile, Thinking of all the good times, We shared so much love, A love like no other kind, And that day will come, We'll hold and squeeze, Then we'll stay in arms forever, My mother my best friend. LOVE ALWAYS AND MISS YOU WAYNE I Keep Smiling I stare into the future, But never to forget the past, Knowing me and my old lady, Were meant to be last, Life was so great, Until one night, Life unexpectly put on hold, It just don't seem right, They came and took me away, From all the treasures I adore, Now I am sitting In a cell, Behind a steel locked door, It's gave me time to think Of all the things i miss, Especially my little lady, She's at the top of the list, I won't be here for long, And I'll be back with my Lady, Setting together our future, Yes, a new love story, From that day on, Life will be so great, Never having to worry, Of a life that's second rate, But when lam In here, Seperated from the one I love, I'll keep a smiling face, Knowing our love is blessed from the man above. LOVE ALWAYS: WAYNE I'm DEAD till I RIDE (RIDE TILL I' M DEAD) I ride till I'm dead, Dead till I ride, So no way I can win, If I'm stuck inside, Downed for 4 years, Away from my pride and joy, Sitting in a 6x9 drum, Like a little scolded boy. They can lock me down, As my Bro's lock away my bike, But the heart they'll never lock down, Because I was born to fight. So to you Bro's who've been here, And this feeling of emptiness, Might as well forget about the old lady, Because she's gone with the rest. 48 months to kill, If I don't kill someone first, But I'll learn to hold my cool, Because it's for my ride I thirst. Look what happens, From a night of fun, Just me and the boys and a few beers, Fuck it was only a 40 mile run. Piggers were lucky I only had three and a half, Because if I would of had five's, I'd still be on the road, Riding under open skies. But if I got busted on anything, I'm glad it was my steel horse, And with a mountain of PRIDE, I spit in the pig's face, of course. Wayne1984 see you soon my METAL friend (sleep well)       Steroids Won't Help Him We ride until we're dead, We're dead till we ride, Our bike is our life, And also our personal pride. They lock us down, Abusing their fucking rights, Got 3 years below, Just for a bar room fight. A mouthy wanna be, Pumped on steroids and booze, Never thinking that his ass, He would lose. I sat in the prision box, Hung over like hell, All the crown would say, Judge is that booze I smell. The black eyed rat, Sits guarded by cops, Fearing for his life, As all the names he drops. 3 years they hand down, For bitch slapping that punk, Now away from my scoot, I knew this judge stunk. They take me back to holding, As the rat weasel's away, Not knowing, That soon it will be his day. My bro's glow with hate, As they mumble to eachother, We'll get this steroid monkey, For locking down our brother. Time and time again, Their Justice is passed, Not hearing any defence, It was tried to fast. But par for the course, Bikers are marked men, And always will be, That will soon mend. So you steroid punk, You know who you are, What goes around comes around, So you better move far. WAYNE 1986 Filling the Void Just how many times, Does one have to show, The love that gleams inside, Can't you tell by my eye's glow. At night when my eyes close, You might wonder how I feel, But If you could open up my heart, You could see that my love is real. As I awake each morning, Knowing you're not beside me, It is still only you, That my eyes will see. They say one plus one always equals two, But adding you & me, If you don't see one, Then you are the fool. When we miss our loved ones, Life just dosen't seem all there, But who really said, All life would be fair. In the void that we miss, Away from your love and family, Will soon be filled, The day they set me free. They try to strip our pride, And try to break our hearts, Them not really knowing, From inside is where It starts. They cant take what they can't find, And that's locked away, But deep in my mind, And believe me Its there to stay. Wayne 1987 Waiting is Hard We say thing will turn out right, Even though It hurts to wait, Both of us filled with fight, Because we need eachother as a mate, It's tiring pleasing everyone else, Just to make them forget, That together we are one, Since the first day we met, Soon It has to come to a end, And start pleasing you and me Because without you as a friend, I could never be free, Time to close our eyes, And open our minds Because the love that we have, Is so hard to find, I know in the near future, You'll be laying beside me again, And then this hurtful waiting, Will finally come to a end. WAYNE /1997

(Mike Harris' final chair)

No Time Is Short Time

I sit and waited,
Just for my mother to pass,
She was in a comma,
And I knew she wouldn't last.

22 days in all,
Only had 7months to do,
A parole revoction,
Put me back in the stew.

I was promised a pass,
When that dreadful day would come,
But I received fuck all,
Except a 6 by 9 drum.

Bulls run on strike,
For higher danger pay,
Not once even thinking,
That mom's life was on it's way.

My mother finally passed,
Put out of her misery,
They wre still on strike,
Waiting for an inquiry.

I thought of wasting someone,
But then thought of my mother,
She wouldn't of wanted that,
And for the first time my pride, I would smother.

22 days all it was,
The longest bit I've ever done,
But in the end,
The screws still never won.

Was released 2 months later,
Rode straight to her grave,
And sat and thanked her,
For eveything that she gave.

To Mike Harris,
And all your puppets,
You run a province,
When you should be on the muppets.

I still pray you rot in hell,
And you lose everything close to you,
Because of you,
I couldn't help see my mother through.

I put myself in the hole,
Cursing Mike Harris till I die,
For keeping me from mom,
As I sit alone and cry.

But now I am a stronger man,
And can laugh at Harris' plans,
Because he'll fuck up again,
Then when his mom dies, maybe he will understand.

(Dedicated to the asshole) Premier Mike Harris

WAYNE 1996   --   Mom passed away March 17/96

Sarah Harvey

This past summer was a blessing,
With angel we did live,
The only thing she knew how to do,
Was always wanting to give,

Our angel had flown away,
And now I can not hold,
Until her return,
My heart is so cold,

A day never goes by,
Without a thought of her smiles,
Just her picture in hand,
To shorten those distant miles,

We talk once in awhile,
A few minutes on the phone,
But without her here,
It just doesn't seem like home,

We miss her so much,
And worry from day to day,
All we can do now,
Is sit alone and pray,

But this I will tell you,
No time Is soon enough,
Till the day SARAH returns,
And until that day life will be rough.

LOVE AND MISS YOU , LOVE ALWAYS DADDY.

I Miss You

There are days I sit and wonder,
About the day you will return,
From then on,
You will start to learn

Learning of how much,
That you mean to me,
And how much i've missed you,
Because you are not free,

There will be better days ahead,
And our future looks bright,
Knowing we'll be together,
I know that everything will turn out right.

It will be time,
Our life will begin,
Forgetting the past,
And all the bullshit we've been in,

So just a few more months,
And I'll be back in your arms,
Never wanting you to let go,
Always keeping me from harm,

It's hard to put in words
How much I miss you
But soon I'll show you hon,
Show you how much my love is true.

Mom

It's been one long year ago today,
That our mother was taken away,
Still deep in our hearts,
It just seems so unusual to be apart.

But always remember dear Mother,
You were like no other,
Always in our hearts you'll stay,
And because of you we pray everyday.

Nice coat ... LOL

70s  -  first (successful) business venture

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friends Wayne worked and partied with on the road

Sass Jordan

Sass' guitar player, Derek

live in Montreal

my buddy Barry Stock

Barry and Allanah Miles        in Germany

Barry at his workshop #1 guitar tech and player!

Wayne mixed sound for the following musicians:

king biscuit boy (richard newel)
cheryl lescombe
terraplane blues band
donny walsh and the hawk&tony flame(downchild blues band)
Clarence gatemouth brown
helix
matt minglewood
goddo
diamond zye
johnny winter
and so on!!

harley's are #1 interest still!  =)

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