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upon
the farm
of life
I discovered
I am
the horse
that threw that saddle
my rider would
see such event
differently
and
with bruised ego
and rump
he would
likely curse
me, the horse
for throwing
him in
his seat
off my back
ask me now
if I care
and I would
reply
whinnying
happily
oh
for a bushel of
carrots
back at my barn stall
sure, perhaps
but
just don't dare
ride me
with a saddle
again
tomorrow...............
(Aug. 17, 2011 550pm)