Horse Drink Poems

He stood in front of the open door pacing upon down the fifth floor with hands rubbing into each other and eyes penetrating the hill....

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shaking Clydesdales stood eager
the sleek sleigh was hitched
blankets and hot cider stowed

prancing and dancing
slicing through white woods
faces frosted by the snow

cozy cuddling and huddling
holding hands...

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I relished being hungry for Thanksgiving pop slop gloppy grub

whereby the missus didst potchke
created whirling dervish hubbub
after enjoying repast, 
(fit for a tarnished king),
yours truly...

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My horse Anheuser used to be a stud
  Aging poorly, now races in the mud
    When his tail goes swish
 ...

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Have never been attracted to beer or alcohol
Guess I'm one of a real minority
If I had to choose though it'd be gin and tonic
Gin and...

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Ssip your
Shine
If you wanna
Don't let it
Be ah dirtyglass
Make you
Do things you
Don't wanna
Gulping cold ones
Down to fast
Sip the shine if
You wanna
Drink it
From a fluted glass

There is...

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Upon the freshly fallen snow
Outside a church a horse and buggy
Waits for the owner to arrive
They are going for a ride
To a farm that has...

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I remember the day Frankenstein was made,                  ...

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Of the dark, offered in the morning cup,
and the chill of salted caramel cream,
spooning after an impervious dream
and clink-clink spell of alarum abrupt,
comes the ceramic...

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II.
It was brutal chance he’d found Paul’s ranch house,
and killed the two cowboys who had stayed behind,
he and his two men took turns with Ella,
left...

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I.
It was in the frontier town of Simmons,
in the year eighteen hundred ninety-one,
that two twin brothers, the Malcomson twins,
bought themselves a ranch that they hoped...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Metaphorical troubled waters deluge
pitched me to and fro,
analogous to ghosts
that haunted Ebenezer Scrooge,
yours truly violently tossed
impossible mission to experience refuge

except when deeply engrossed
between bound pages
thick...

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Like ‘Nevermore’ sketched into water by Salvador Dali
Quickly running a message up a high mast in Mali
Or Michaelangelo his genius wild, cutting a lady less...

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Grandma Gertie knocked back more than a few
When, of a sudden, she heard herself 'moo' --
   I can hold my liquor!
  ...

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