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The last charge

The horse stood upon the hillside

the grass blew in ripples

the man upon the horse

took in a deep breath

then he rode down

his spurs digging deep

the thunderous noise engulfed the valley

and down road the man

unto certain death

but it was not in vain he rode

for as his men saw him go

they were filled with bravery

and they followed without fear

unto death, but not that mattered

for they would go down in history

as the greatest men

to ever die

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Apr 18, 2012
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