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The Lark

The Meat Man Cometh

The ex-racers fate

Photo by David Dibert on Unsplash

Fifteen hands and three, a beautiful bay.
Bred from the best lines, to stay the race.
Only to fail and fall on his face.
Beware horse, the meat man cometh.

All he cares for is his stomach,
he wants to graze, retire and do nothing.
Little of sense, one of the dumbest,
Beware horse, the meat man…

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The Lark shares fictional short stories and poetry

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J.B. Miller

J.B. Miller

Wife, Mother, student, writer and so much more. Life is my passion, writing is my addiction.

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