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Apr 8
A wheel falls off a wagon,
Perhaps an *** has stubbed its toe.
For one reason and another
The band begins to slow,
Then stop.
Horses trot upon the spot.
They neigh,
Dismayed,
Shaking snow from off their mane.
While this driver softly curses,
Nurses a bottle to **** the pain.
Rob Rutledge
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Rob Rutledge
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