I dream of moving
to a smaller house.Why not live in my
grandmother's house?A man takes me to
some cave-like place,lays out his complaints,
his sad stories. Who isthe enemy? I begin
to accept that I havelimits. So much
I won't be ableto bring with me. But
this palomino horse!
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i love that horse!
Posted by: cindy | 15 November 2006 at 06:43 PM
This is a great poem! What a surprise that palomino is!
Posted by: Melissa | 16 November 2006 at 04:48 PM