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Get your spurs from out my side,
(You heard me BigMac)
I hurtle down the track–
Dark mud churned under hoofprint,
The whip upon my back
I hurtle down the track–
Carrying a dwarf man,
Who’s worthless in the sack
I hurtle down the track–
Only the wind on mane flies swifter ,
We’re miles beyond the pack
I hurtle down the track–
Big barrier approaching,
It’s height now that I lack:
Hurtle down on track.

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2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Rachel
    Oct 30, 2011 @ 21:24:09

    Inside the mind of a horse is a place I’d like to be. Thanks for sharing your story of what it’s like with me. 🙂

    I’m sharing a rhyming book review and one of my usual wacky news rhymes at the Poetry Pantry this week.

    Reply

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