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free sallion

September 24, 2009
By halls SILVER, Harrison City, Pennsylvania
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A wild stallion runs
as free as can be throughout
his mighty meadow

symbol of freedom
the meadow is his peace
running and roaming.

© Ali A., Eau Claire, WI

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Katrap BRONZE said...
on Oct. 23 2009 at 5:13 pm
Katrap BRONZE, Lubbock, Texas
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Favorite Quote:
"Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get." Forest Gump

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I agree, you should make this poem longer. It's good. :]
halls SILVER said...
on Oct. 18 2009 at 2:16 pm
halls SILVER, Harrison City, Pennsylvania
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thank you so much
brianj BRONZE said...
on Oct. 17 2009 at 10:01 am
brianj BRONZE, Jeannette, Pennsylvania
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Favorite Quote:
&quot;the real trouble with reality is that there&#039;s no background music&quot;<br /> &quot;i don&#039;t suffer from insanity. i enjoy every minute of it.&quot;<br /> &ldquo;Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be?&rdquo; -Marianne Williamson. Trying so hard to believe this but SO not succeeding&hellip;..

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I love the image you've painted in my mind of a stallion running through a meadow! Great topic! I think it would be a perfecy oppurtunity if you'd turn this into a longer poem so that you could describe the stallion even more. Nice work! :)