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"untitled" - Joe It stands there with confidence I stare at it, it stares back. Looking firm and stationary like a mountain With just as much majesty It’s coat shines in the sunlight.
It is happy When with others Galloping wildly across the plain They are thunder, shaking the ground They are like a spirit that can’t be broken
But not free anymore Just stuck behind a fence I am friends with it now It approaches me without fear I pet it and it smiles
Opening the gate, I climb on it’s back Gripping it’s mane with anticipation “Naahs” with satisfaction it begins to run Picking up speed, we chase the sun To the end of the day |
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