Flames flew from Salem to Soweto,
Fanned by freedom's winds
In sails stubborn like mules
Seeking the rights of thoroughbreds
And the thrill of the trifecta;
But in the land of speed
Horses and zebras reign
And the mules,
They dream of pristine barns
With piles of fresh hay
And corn...
Dry, white, primed
For revolution
by fire
Like crimson race-cards
And threadless black tires...
~ P (#burnfree)
12/20/2013
Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 10:58 AM UTC
Flames flew from Salem to Soweto,
Fanned by freedom's winds
In sails stubborn like mules
Seeking the rights of thoroughbreds
And the thrill of the trifecta;
But in the land of speed
Horses and zebras reign
And the mules,
They dream of pristine barns
With piles of fresh hay
And corn...
Dry, white, primed
For revolution
by fire
Like crimson race-cards
And threadless black tires...
~ P (#burnfree)
12/20/2013
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