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By jwb71913 Date: 2005 Jul 13 Comment on this Work [[2005.07.13.20.55.22119]] |
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From wisps of smoke your ghost arose And prompted this attempt at prose Across the bridges long since burned My thoughts again to memories turned Astride my chestnut steed I see Another dozen paths for me The view is good, the hurdles clear And one who loves me rides so near You must take the rocky trail Fall you must, and then you'll wail I'll ride the quiet path with another Please don't call me, go get your brother Atop the rebel, who misbehaves She's just the one to get my raves Her perfect seat, and lovely smiles Make centimeters of the miles The future I have pledged to her Although she may not know it But when I trim her hedge for her I'll make damn well sure to show it |