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Nov 2019
acquiescently.
If you pull my reins
I will buck.
If you use the crop
you’re going drop.


I’m not going
soberly.
I’ll kick my hoofs up
And throw you off
until you land in my water trough.


I’m not going
quietly.
I will snort; and I will neigh.
But I will never pull your sleigh.
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  56/F
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