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Merry Equestrian

let the horse gallop and get-
go nowhere. Skewered as to not e-
lope. Dish ran away dopily. Hum-
ming doo-wop. Spoon spun in-
to soup. Wurlitzer, produce whirl-
ing cacophony. Award me suit-
ably the Pulitzer prize for dream-
ing like a proper hominid. Cam-
bered horse legs, folderols. If on-
ly uncurl, unfurl from strad-
dle. Horse cannons cannot fire. En-
closed, marble-eyed terror spell-
bound by competitive. A race-
track unabated, made-up thunder-
ous hoof beats. Bobbing infinite, then

Posted 07/01/09
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the "then" is my favorite thing ever. -
07/02/09 12:21pm