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Running Makes Me a Stallion

Running turns me into a stallion Not a filly A stallion A full blown running machine With strains in my neck And puffing and huffing from my nose I know there are correct ways to do it I know about pacing myself But when the gun goes off I am gone No longer here at all A stallion running for his truth A stallion running from the pack A stallion running after his mares I am in Montana running free I am running up hills And I am running down Nothing else matters. I am a stallion living my true me-self.

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Bernard Chan

Date: 5/19/2019 9:41:00 AM

Fantastic, Caren. Maybe it's just me, but I keep thinking Nike could adapt this into the script for one of their motivational Just Do It commercials :)

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 5/19/2019 2:07:00 PM

I should run over to NIKE and ask for a dollar or two for this terrific idea. If you become my agent, I can cut you in for thirty-three percent, Bernard.

Heidi Sands

Date: 5/18/2019 3:29:00 PM

I love this Caren! Taking off as a stallion on a mission :)

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 5/18/2019 5:40:00 PM

Thank you Heidi. I hope your mission is fun!

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 5/18/2019 12:33:00 PM

this is powerful. I love this awesome poem, Caren

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 5/18/2019 12:44:00 PM

Thank you Andrea. I have no idea when I feel the most powerful, I have to pull out my male side.