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Feb 2014
When a horse is on his knee

Don't shoot him till he stands

One so proud, a final plea

Is his to stay your hands

Will you drag him when he's dead

Should you tear his flesh and mane

Leave him there to shed

His glory in the rain

For when the clouds have risen

His figure leaves his voice

Painted in the prison

Of life without a choice
Luther Lynton Seahand
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Luther Lynton Seahand  California
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