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Know you’re alive Oh you know you’re alive! In a punch up mate, And you duck , as he swings at you, Straight left does get, you out of strife, right cross for him will do. (your shout George.....after a punchup) You saddle a nark , of a horse so sweet, till on his back you get, drops his head , bucks n roots , thrown from the saddle Fred. So you sit behind the saddle then, while he pigroots, pigroots, too. And you try to climb a climbing back, a bouncing back, into the saddle too. But he rears and tips you off old mate, and you’re a picking up your hat. A smug look on the brumby horse, A saying “what do you think of that!” :) Don Johnson http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y2xYHGqJDgY

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Date: 5/27/2011 4:14:00 AM
thats exactly why im petrified of horses lol very graphic write nice one xx
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Date: 5/25/2011 2:32:00 AM
Amusing write. I find more gentle ways to check if I'm alive...If I can get out of bed in the morning, I know I'm alive! Greetings from England. Keep on writing, Don!
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Date: 5/24/2011 10:24:00 PM
I always find your rhymes so fascinating
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Date: 5/24/2011 8:56:00 PM
DON your poetry surely does intrigue me luv.. the beginning lines remind me of Rocky Balboa .. the ending lines Sir Lancelot.. what a combo luv.
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Date: 5/24/2011 8:47:00 PM
very cute,Don. So do you just tell jokes and stuff and post them all over youtube? The other one was same as the last. I could catch about half of it. With the difference in accent, it is kind of hard to get. I seemed to hear laughter as if you were telling that story in front of a group of people?? And yet it looked like you were by yourself. What is the story on that?
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Date: 5/24/2011 8:45:00 PM
Enjoyed your poem, Don. Reminds me of the time I was taking riding lessons, the horse bucked just before a jumping rail and I slid off the saddle into the mud. I had to ride that same horse every week afterwards; they wanted to be sure I didn't grow afraid of riding. (Never would have happened.) Feel sorry for old Fred getting tossed off twice. Cute ending too! Love, Carolyn
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