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To Ride
Your pleasing words
Easing reading
With a gentle rocking
Rhythm back and
Forth, in and out,
Rhyming with my
Timing, evoke, she
Said, wild and crazy
Rodeo thoughts,
Twisting, turning,
Thrashing, not
Knowing up from
Down, holding tight
To stay astride...
Due to generations,
She shyly smiled,
I don’t suppose
We’ll ever get
To ride.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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