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They Still Shoot Horses



Two pairs of Equus eyes that motion dare,
foxtrot to the midnight endless dance
Their heated passion is an Appaloosa affair,
day number three of a spotty romance

Leg weary though they both mightily be,
prize money is a conveniently shared dream
Chance lovers who met on a social steppe — 
to rise above the fray, stamina must redeem

In a Honky-tonk Depression-era barn saloon,
they hug in a boxer embrace
Paired partners through fate,
fighting off fatigue this round much too soon

Gaslight hope in his tired eyes dips, 
dimly glowing and slowly fading
So she strike a wet match to his lips,
to keep their Equus legs moving

As the last horses fall one by one,
they hear the hoots ... the shouts, and the shots ring out
Someone tells them that they won;
two dragging spirits, their lives be now galloping about 

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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Date: 12/6/2017 4:34:00 PM
A very interesting write indeed, and I quite enjoying the read. I'm not surprised though I'm always in awe with your super talent my dearest friend. By the by, I can use one or two songs tonight. Thanks in advance :) hugs and smiles :)
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Date: 12/6/2017 9:45:00 AM
Interesting write Freddie; brings to mind how hard the Depression era really was!~Che :)
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