Wild Black Mare, by FarmGirl Subscribe to rss feed for FarmGirl

Dust was kicked into the air
then there was a glimpse 
of a wild black mare

Her stallion can be seen
anywhere she goes
together they run
nose by nose

Shes big and bulky 
hes wide and tall
they rear up high
with no problem at all

Then the dust settles 
back to the ground
the mare and her stallion 
are no where to be found 
Posted: 2007-05-13 06:49:25 UTC

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2007-04-04 18:24:45Tim Pozzi
i like this one, good use of rhyme