Best Sunder Poems

Four hooves at the ready
one-eyed tall snorting
he one chewed cigar puffing
left on the rope 
right wrapped round horse ear
eye to eye staring down
the trailer at once prize and prison
pawing the air no more
carried by an ear into darkness
Old Smoky the victor again
Sunder was loaded....

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Thus wilting becomes of me, the star so constant, yet so lonely, 
Was tiss the hight yet to be reached, what is our limit? 
Thy'est thunder reaps my soul for what it sews... 
What tiss thee end? 
Ney encomber thee, powerfully tempted, upon thee, 
What...

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