Poetry Blog
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Writing by Samuel Pye
My saddlebags stink,with the weight of French carcasses,tantra tundra,Mongol blunder,sorry soldiers,keep an army marching,horses smell water,bison fresh pasture,elephant vibes,hawks hunt the hunters,we wander as one,
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