(20.02.1988 / Newcastle-Upon-Tyne, UK)

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Hytocrite

Wild horses
Wild horses
Never tamed.
Only quiet
when cruelly lamed.
Wild horses
Wild horses
Never named.
Wild horses
Wild horses
Never blamed.
Wild horses
Wild horses
Born to be free.
Wild horses
Wild horses
Frighten me.
Wild horses
Wild horses
Hate me so.
Wild horses
Wild horses
They’ve nowhere to go.
Wild horses
Wild horses
Full of flare.
Wild horses
Wild horses
Handle with care.

Submitted: Saturday, September 09, 2006
Edited: Saturday, September 04, 2010


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  • David Jargo (2/17/2007 2:52:00 PM)

    I love the rhythm here Dan!

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