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Rodeo MAG

By Anonymous

The horse it flies
From the turning steel gate
It bucks and shies
A rider falls
Hits the dusty brown wall
Bull snorts in rage
Dreaming of an unknown fate
Eats leaves of sage
Before it wheels
With grunts and squeals
In its madness
It drives horn deep
The show is over.

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