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Poem: The Girl of the Wild Horses

The smell of hay and horses
Reminds me of a girl in flannel
Shirts with ripped dungarees 
Leather of real cowboy boots
Like someone out of a movie
Your red hair bouncing along
As you laughed saddling up
Your faithful steed to ride out
Across the dry grasslands
Of western states wide open
Like your heart was back then
I think that’s why you left
A good big heart that couldn’t
Be contained by the concrete
Prison of the city walls I tried
To cage you up in and tie you
Down like a broken show horse
When you needed big spaces
Where your heart could run free
Alongside all those wild horses
That you always longed to be
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