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The Horseman
Is it a horseman
Coming over the hill
Or me in a car,
Is it a princess
A lady he rides to,
Or is it you,
Is there a before,
An after, a during,
Or is it always now,
Strange how the mind
Connects the dots,
The thoughts,
Can we be stuck
In a moment in time,
The horseman always
Riding,
Never getting to
You.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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