I pass it on horseback Leaving Wheels under my hooves The dust of the past recollecting humanity One cannot park a steed for free And trot-thru fries are hard to eat On a saddle Below hotel-rimmed skies Your aunt's divorce was fine Her bonnet betrays daisies of days past Petals full of pennybag pride That snide sneer jeers my mare Aware of his neighbourhood The toss of his tale Spurns our bored walk

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