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Equine
“
Ah,steeds,steeds,what is steeds! Has the whirlwind a home in your manes? Is there a sensitive ear, alert as a flame, in your every fiber? Hearing the familiar song from above, all in one accord you strain your bronze chests and, hooves barely touching the ground, turn into straight lines cleaving the air, and all inspired by God it rushes on!
”
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I lay unseen, by my dam’s side,
But feel cold in the air,
And soft grass underneath,
Not knowing what life means.
And I asked my dam,
“Why are things cold?”
“True my dear,
Colder than should.
”
― The Voice Of Those Who Raced: What They Would Have To Say
― The Voice Of Those Who Raced: What They Would Have To Say
