The War and the Woods: A Horse Called Frost

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Thursday, July 10, 2008

A Horse Called Frost

A HORSE CALLED FROST I saw a horse next to a fence Without a rider it made no sense He was alone on the wrong side No one came with him to ride Not even a saddle or bit Things you need to steer and sit Had he upset jumped the rail I wondered with his flickering tail Or was the gate left untied For... Sign in to see full entry.

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