Riders Poem by Robert Frost

Riders

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The surest thing there is is we are riders,
And though none too successful at it, guiders,
Through everything presented, land and tide
And now the very air, of what we ride.

What is this talked-of mystery of birth
But being mounted bareback on the earth?
We can just see the infant up astride,
His small fist buried in the bushy hide.

There is our wildest mount- a headless horse.
But though it runs unbridled off its course,
And all our blandishments would seem defied,
We have ideas yet that we haven't tried.

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pussymaster696969 03 May 2018

EAT MY! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

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To maa ghaita 04 May 2018

Ethi sala chhodi Pua, tumara kana Kama kire, jaunu bhika magibu ki daudidabu, ethi kahinki marei jauchi, sala chhindala, Marunu bhabi chod.

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