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Ghost of the Old West

The trollop of horses into our fathers minds,
Stare into the eyes of the men forever blind.
Infinitely seeing the hinges of time swinging,
Forever intensely.. For never ending.

deathimageryi do not know?

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Poet Destroyer A

December 10, 2015 at 4:53 PM

Scott, WELCOME to poetry soup. I hope you have fun with this wonderful community. You'll find many friendly poets who are ready to support and give positive feedback. I will enjoy following you and your poetry :) We are Lucky To Have you. Enjoy Poetry Soup:) Your New Poet Friend @-> LINDA <-@

Skat A

December 8, 2015 at 1:16 PM

Scott, Welcome to Poetry Soup. It will be a delight to read and become familiar with your poems in the future. As for now, I will greet you with the same smile others passed when I first joined the soup. Wishing you and your poetry the best. I hope you get to meet all the nice poets around here STARTING with me- SKAT :-) Please drop a hello and tell me a little about yourself if you wish. I would like to be your newest poetry soup "FRIEND" Hugs* SKAT