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When I Ride
When I ride him I'm free
We are one with the wind
He pounds the earth
Carrying me through the air
My ass never touches leather
He's fire I'm passion
Together we're wild we're home
We are one with the wind
He pounds the earth
Carrying me through the air
My ass never touches leather
He's fire I'm passion
Together we're wild we're home
Published 9th Feb 2014
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9th Feb 2014 2:57pm
With your blond hair blowing in the breeze
Love the visual presented to us for consumption
Love the visual presented to us for consumption
9th Feb 2014 3:07pm
9th Feb 2014 3:08pm
A closet bareback rider, eh? The pic makes the ride the easy to visualise, what with wind going through horse's hair.
9th Feb 2014 3:10pm
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9th Feb 2014 4:11pm
Nice poem! I use to ride when I was a teen, owned a few ponies. Fun times!
9th Feb 2014 4:17pm
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9th Feb 2014 5:03pm
mmm wild and free is wht this presents and I wrk with horses my parttime job I love it I wish I could spend more time with them. I love this. its perfect
9th Feb 2014 5:08pm
I wish I could ride everyday until the day I die!Thank you BlackSoul for reading and sharing. :)
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9th Feb 2014 8:16pm
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9th Feb 2014 8:19pm
10th Feb 2014 6:29am
Wonderful piece as it's now the Year of the Horse (Chinese New Year) ...
... Beautiful creatures to both watch and ride.
Salud
... Beautiful creatures to both watch and ride.
Salud
10th Feb 2014 11:11am
8th Apr 2014 11:35pm
like a wild flower born to be free, ride on your ass firmly grasp by my hand smacked against the wind...
love this
love this
