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Spirit
Oct 28, 2007 13:44:10 GMT -5
Post by ~*Speckles*~ on Oct 28, 2007 13:44:10 GMT -5
Okay, I'm going to go ahead and post my poem. It is copyrighted also, so anyone who tries to steal it will be eaten!
Spirit
Prancing in a golden field He rears and kicks his velvet heels To no creature does he yield And no envy does he feel Knowing he is free.
Free to run and free to neigh Free to wander where he may No one could ever make him stay He would surely get away Running every day.
And when winter chill sets in And flakes of snow rest on his skin He settles down with back to wind For many storms had he been in But he was still free.
When summer's warmth does come at last And cold winds do cease to blast He paws and rolls in dewy grass How glad he is the cold his past The wild horse of Madras.
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