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Jan 2010
She arrived just after midnight on a white stallion
without her spurs
As the wind blew up a gust of wind she hung onto her hat
walking through the street
a silent warrior her boots torn and scuffed from days of hardship
in the fields

she goes it alone now as the street begins to narrow when she
comes to a dead end without any lights

CopyrightBy Madeline C. Baxter 2009
Madeline C Baxter
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Madeline C Baxter
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