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A caucus. O' equine. The camera moves in, like a circle, the vision upon a single male. Watching him, his majestic visage held high, arrogant. Lithe appendages propel him forth, the the center o' the herd. Taking them onward..t'wards the land o' the mustangs....Dare you Follow???-----> The Lands o' the wild mustangs await ye |
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I Stand, watching the scenery. Before an inspiration hits me. I lift my cranium higher, tossing it t'wards the heaven, a loud optimistic scream wells with-in, I let it out. birds scatter through the skys, I take off, trying to catch them, As I come clos'r to the herd, I start a stampede, My herd and I, we race. We run for the sheer joy of it. We run...To the Lands of the Wild Mustangs.. |
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