This meagre field for grazing
so that's for me
my future kingdom and my outcome
as I trot it I whinny horsey-like
then I chew through grasses
daffodils and what not
doesn't turn me into a horse though
but still, this is my one and only home
this which wasn't made for me is my life
I protest my horsey status
I rear and demand changes
nobody listen, all they hear is whinnies
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-08-14 16:46:32
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