May. 13, 2006
More poetry
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I have some more poetry for you to judge, hope it is'nt to bad! He trots across his domain, His steps jaunty and sure, He has no fear, he heads no cane, His eyes, wild, fiery, and pure, He lifts his royal head and sniffs the wind, He scents for danger, He has never sinned, He runs on perfect legs, flaw is a stranger, He blasts a trumpeting call, He rears, he knows no defeat, He gathers his mares, one and all, Together they run, strides strong and neat, He whips along the desert floor, He disapears in the hot white sand, Never seen forever more. It is not to good, but hopefully it is'nt aweful. |
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