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On The Hoof
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On The Hoof |
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DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
Just ideas on the hoof Dave Dapple grey left hand side Cornering on my hide Like's to take the corners sharp Keep old Nic's teeth apart Always a snapper right hand side Slavers so much It must be pride Never bites cos no-ones near Brakes on left hand side We veer to our bruised hides Pick up those who were above Alas like fingers seeking a glove Inn is there low narrow arch Coachman has cleared and parched Trunks upon the road are still Coachboy blue is looking ill Paid a bonus for inside Bullies to beat sense into a hide Now the bullie boys work again The horses and always the men Coachboy looking green these days He knows life and will not stray The company has him deep entrall And so he keeps his neck so small Newgate is a popular place And you can visit without a trace But cross a politican on the line And you will be hanging just from twine |
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Copperbell Senior Member
since 2003-11-08
Posts 956 |
smiling |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
painted pinto, pure poetry, seeks connection with spirits past hooves speak loud and clear |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
cleaver and well done....very very cool write, mister! I liked |
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