Romance Lost
Lame Horse
The world is full of lame horses.
You can prot them and push them,
But they'll never move.
And when they do it isn't far.
You sit and wonder how they move at all.
Their legs are bent and creek and wane.
Their back is pale and bleak and lame.
Their bellies sag like old poach sacks.
They just sit and stare.
Always, looking back.
You can prot them and push them,
But they'll never move.
And when they do it isn't far.
You sit and wonder how they move at all.
Their legs are bent and creek and wane.
Their back is pale and bleak and lame.
Their bellies sag like old poach sacks.
They just sit and stare.
Always, looking back.
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Lame Horse
Lame Horse