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Wild horses
I could grow to hate those wild horses
stood skinny like west end models
huddled at the razor wire;
pretty faced prisoners of war.
They get their sugar lumps
in literal hand outs
and tear the hearts from
the innocent, just by being there
stood skinny like west end models
huddled at the razor wire;
pretty faced prisoners of war.
They get their sugar lumps
in literal hand outs
and tear the hearts from
the innocent, just by being there
Published 1st Apr 2013
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Anonymous
1st Apr 2013 12:01pm
Very original write and choice of words!
Nicely penned!!!
Nicely penned!!!
1st Apr 2013 1:18pm
1st Apr 2013 1:10pm
I am not an uber fan of the title (Rolling Stones, and all that ;)) But I am liking this piece.
Much enjoyed :)
Much enjoyed :)
1st Apr 2013 1:18pm
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