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Final Sunset Commands
I played out my string,
I ran my race
My chaps are frayed,
but spurs in place
Still one horse to ride,
with saddle in hand
That last trail awaits,
-final sunset commands
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2017)
I ran my race
My chaps are frayed,
but spurs in place
Still one horse to ride,
with saddle in hand
That last trail awaits,
-final sunset commands
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2017)
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Final Sunset Commands
Final Sunset Commands
