07-30-2014, 06:51 PM
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Jerome Park
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Join Date: Jul 2009
Location: Meadow in the Sun
Posts: 9,385
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Originally Posted by my miss storm cat
Someone is quite upset because someone needed this done but someone has to be sure it's done properly so I will forget my nice horsie I was going to use for my pick and try to do this correctly instead.
The funny thing is ah'm not even sure if it's for here or the sad thread but here we go...
Oh and really... I was a fan and do not mind doing this at all it's just if I am TOO BUSY TO EVEN POST MY CONTEST PICK IT MEANS I AM BUSY.
He was a beautiful baby though. 
From Clyde:
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This poim is titleless for its vastness.
Music for the poim, but the words are not a rewrite....no words could rewrite.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PSoOFn3wQV4
The above is Eternal Flame ,of course.Start it at the beginning of any horsey race.You will see it move with the animals... as if they and the music become one.
A certain horsey now will be the guardian of his fellow creatures when they race.
every picture,
tells a story
often woven through mismatched verse,
and allegory
in my picture,is snowy woods....
in the summer
and green topped trees,all to a fraternal name
lasting long,as an eternal flame
my picture is told by music and fractured verse,
floating like butterflies from van gogh's purse
a scene serene and almost sad
it's shows days gone by,not those to come
four people,when the paint is peeled,
come into view
but doing what?....is hard for me
a beam of light,
shows what they see
drenched in sun is the story told
all laid out in a da vinci code
there is a trail,within the frame
a natural road,on which....
once rode a happy black flame
fast and hearty, a little bit small
he whisked through the woods,elevendy feet tall
bright and spry
with energy plus
the life of the woods thought: "he's one of us!"
a friend of all,especially the young and small
so many happy thoughts are inside this rendering
yet,too many are sad and beyond pretending
a chance, too late
but not for that group of eight,
then of nine and ten
''you are now one of us!"....cry out dollar bill and eight belles
"come to the light,DanceWithFate!"
by.....-ALAN-,of course
from FLAKES OF SNOW
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