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Jan 2011
Hooves thundering hard
dreams  
tremble shake
haunted sleep  
bliss wounded
slain.
Wild packs speed
through
moments
past present
frown
unresolved lame
field woes
jeering deep
snare.
Sigh!
day dawns
called retreat invades
riders rest inside
dreams
wars  hidden within
fade.
G Fairbairn
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G Fairbairn
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