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"Horses"She's on my mind most of the time. Oh, my sore head, with her legs either side, Even though she seems to feel light. She flirts in a fight with another person raised high. I'm half of a headless-Horse, with two tails tucked between four legs, Forever battling for a straight course, with another half of equal force, running in circles. Lets us let them both hit the ground because Jockeys may find themselves short, without a Horse and opposing sexes or not, off we will trot, with all bets off and we'll gain strength sharing our stories of loss, out in the parking lot.
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