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Horses Before Gallop
Poetry

I had a hundred horses and I arrayed them.
Ranges of black horses, arched
necks.
They spoke: To let justice be done,
or to let the world perish.
I said: Let distance be overcome.
I had a hundred horses and I arrayed them.
Ranges of black horses, arched
necks.
They spoke: To let justice be done,
or to let the world perish.
I said: Let distance be overcome.