Tag: Horses
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To Sheila
Jewett had met her matchA fire she wanted to catchShe had just kicked the latchShe had grown tired of tame roadsTrite words timid foes lame fellowsSo, she had sent for a horseShe had blackened anxious pagesSpilling all her life’s desirous ragesQuerying all the dealers and the sagesBegging for a friend an intimateConfidant a lover a…
