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Apr 2016
The horse man comes, and tonight he comes for you
It doesn't matter what you do
He has you in his sights
You won't be seeing daylight

His horse takes long wicked strides
Muscles flex and flow beneath its black wicked hide
Smoke with every breath from it's nose
Legs so fast, off it's hoofs fire flows

He sets upon is blackened steed
For running there is no need
The only thing that is missing is his head
That's why he will take your's instead

A sharpened sword will do the deed
Make you drop right to your knees
As your head goes rolling in the leaves

The horse man comes, and tonight he comes for you
It doesn't matter what you do
Tonight it will all be through
Pauline Morris
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Pauline Morris  51/F/Southern Illinois
(51/F/Southern Illinois)   
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