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A stable, a stable! Something stable for this horse! Master trots in with a syringe... Amphetamines have been known to work on these beasts. Captured young, raised a pawn, Played and sacrificed as an august maiden in spring. Master jerks the horse this-a-way, down the narrow alleys. The scene of Italy: Passionate for romance- Warm, kindled as Master's desire, Icy, calculated as Master's gaze. Stately Master carries head In such a way that Master's future queen Might recognize Master And find truly obvious romantics. But lo! No gaze returned and Dashed! Master abruptly halts And begins his pauper-ly descent from me, His high horse.
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Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 11:25 AM UTC
Ice in the Vains
A stable, a stable! Something stable for this horse! Master trots in with a syringe... Amphetamines have been known to work on these beasts. Captured young, raised a pawn, Played and sacrificed as an august maiden in spring. Master jerks the horse this-a-way, down the narrow alleys. The scene of Italy: Passionate for romance- Warm, kindled as Master's desire, Icy, calculated as Master's gaze. Stately Master carries head In such a way that Master's future queen Might recognize Master And find truly obvious romantics. But lo! No gaze returned and Dashed! Master abruptly halts And begins his pauper-ly descent from me, His high horse.
Inspired by a friend, Delaney, who thankfully pointed out my faults
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Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 11:25 AM UTC
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