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Broken

Broken Like a wild stallion, that will not be saddled, spitting the bit, I bucked and threw every rider galloping toward the infinite open... With nostrils flaring, mane blowing, it was a brief sprint of being harnessed to no one; Until, as all dreams, I was stopped at the fence only to be led back, by a lead, bridled and broken. John Thomas Tansey

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Date: 12/9/2019 3:27:00 AM
Ah, a personification poem too! These are my favorites. This is no exception to that.
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