Welcome to marykate1's poetry corner. You're guaranteed to feel pain one way or another.
This could make an interesting angst-filled country song if she'd throw some stuff about horses into it.
How about, I don't know, DON'T EAT. It feels like I'm doing all the thinking around here.
That's it for this week. Thanks to my forum friends Marxux, AvidAcid, Iceberg-Slim, touqueguy, puffery, The-Real-Game, dsmurf, Dr Benzene, sturr, jackelope, anotherone, Musophobic, Spacecow, ImTallGermanJoe, Shmorky, Kyaris, and steveneccles.
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