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A small thin streak Barely distinguishable from the stinging sweat That accompanies dedication I suppose the current circumstances Touched you in some way So as to let this pioneer free himself And blaze a trail down your cheek Glistening in the morning light I wish I knew what it was that Stimulated you to shed some of your Burden, which even now weighs Heavily upon your shoulders Shrouds your world in a Melancholy gray Do me a favor. Call back your adventurer If he should not answer, so Fascinated as he is by the soft landscape Introduce your mountain of a Smile and block his path For good.
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Feb 11, 2011
Feb 11, 2011 at 11:03 AM UTC
Hold Your Horses
A small thin streak Barely distinguishable from the stinging sweat That accompanies dedication I suppose the current circumstances Touched you in some way So as to let this pioneer free himself And blaze a trail down your cheek Glistening in the morning light I wish I knew what it was that Stimulated you to shed some of your Burden, which even now weighs Heavily upon your shoulders Shrouds your world in a Melancholy gray Do me a favor. Call back your adventurer If he should not answer, so Fascinated as he is by the soft landscape Introduce your mountain of a Smile and block his path For good.
Audio of poem here: http://www.ziddu.com/download/13768451/HoldYourHorses.mp3.html 2011 Sam Dickinson
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Feb 11, 2011
Feb 11, 2011 at 11:03 AM UTC
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