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Date Posted: 08:10:43 07/10/03 Thu
You can't catch me,
You're cruisin' for some bruisin's,
'Cuz I won't be caught,
I'm all criminal illusions.
~the soaking wet mop of a stallion trudged into the valley, the black eyes seeking one in particular. water coursed down his barrel, streaming to the ground in torrents. the light tan coat stained a chocolate hue, his ebony main only darkened a shade. could it be? indeed, it's C.
the vibrant sun radiated warmth and energy, just the stuff that the buckskin desired to set back all that the turbulent squall had cost him. trees swayed in the light breeze, the same zephyr that ruffled and tousled the charcoal-hued mane.several birds were giving their sweet calls; calls that truly meant "this is my territory, and you better stay out, you crazy other birds!".he didn't seem to be one for many words lately. nobody had greeted him at his former home, so perhaps it was escape from loneliness that drew him here...or maybe it was his old friends: Belle mostly, Lil' Mist, Sunny...he almost wondered if they still lived among the light horses any longer. anywho, here he is, standing quietly, tranquil eyes searching out any familiar figures.~ |
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