Canter, Gallop, and Jump

May 2, 2017
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Barn, most sumptuous palace on earth indeed;
Forage, such luxurious feast stacked up high in the stall;
Sands, woven into tender carpet protecting thy feet;
And of course, THE medal-filled, extravagant reception hall.

Oh that unbearable odor-
That bitter odor of metal hidden underneath my hasteful breath.

Canter, gallop, and jump.
The cold, the now warm metal,
Never goes away.
How fast must I run? How hoarsely must I scream -
To rid of the bitterness of metal,
Burning in my mouth?

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