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Dark Horse
By William Snead, Army
Writing Type: Poem
He’s my little dark horse,
pounding hoofs –
pushing--pushing
along the course,
thundering, whirling,
flying legs of steel
that show only the dust
of his hoof and heel.
Then when you came
on the scene,
they were filled with envy,
malice
and plenty mean.
But you were true of heart,
were never apart
from your quest to be the best.
And from place to place
and race to race,
you’d win.
Once you’d enter in,
your thundering hoofs
would defeat the great
War Admiral,
and Red Pollard would ride you
into the hallowed halls

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