Tweedledee and Tweedledumb
Hello peeps from around the world...I imagine myself on a great dappled mare
Crossing the miles in rythym
To my heart beat
My mare does tire
Jump After
Jump
And my hands grow tired
Hanging on
But
I do hang on
This ride is not for
Cowards
I have filed my spurs
Sharp
And oiled all leather
This is my battle
My fight
To kill the killer
Of Dreams
To put down
What puts down Me
There are deep hoof prints
In the turf
A spray of sand is my wake
Do you see me?
Surfing the turf?
Kicking up green as if it was
Star dust?
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