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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.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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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 :)
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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.
Date: 5/18/2019 3:29:00 PM
I love this Caren! Taking off as a stallion on a mission :)
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 5/18/2019 5:40:00 PM
Thank you Heidi. I hope your mission is fun!
Date: 5/18/2019 12:33:00 PM
this is powerful. I love this awesome poem, Caren
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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.