equines

Equines One really ought to start with the beginning, only it goes so long back That it is impossible to remember. I remember being born, but that was just an interlude, cold and Unpleasant and being kissed by strangers. I like horses, but that has nothing to do with my inception. But then, was anyone ever born, we are just a part of a bigger A broader picture where we but an unconscious number But I do like horses and would have loved galloping across some Grassland and jumping over brooks. And now we have emboli fever, which is either over-hyped, Ten thousand dead by September, or is the new plague coming To reduce our number, I would like to be a horse. I wonder if the USA will ever be able to live for a whole year Without starting a war somewhere