The most magical love, I ever met, was a girl selling her white white mare, on a great hay mound. The boys and I looked on, but I doubt, they ever saw her there...and none of us laid her down. She said the mare could be had, for 50 pound. I hadn't a sou, to my name. What can you do, when you meet your love, and you're asked to pay, for a thing, you'll never have?
Written by Bruce James Clyde 2016, at Deming, New Mexico
Art: Google art
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