He fashed before
my eyes amazed
at twilight raced
across the sky.
His body purest red,
nostrils flared,
he tossed his head.
His crimsom wings
so grand, so wide,
I longed, I begged,
to take a ride.
A child, with dreams
earthbound dismay,
I watched.
He pranced,
he blazed,
away...
(Flying Stallion for Mobile Gas..The electric red horse was on the side of a blimp
that flew across the sky at evenings to advertise Mobile gasoline. To me, this
was a real horse)
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fashed, nostalgia,
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