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	~~I walk to a stream~~,		His face bears no lies, no falsehood,
	~~And dip my nose and mouth~~,		his lips tell no deceit;
	~~Into the water.~~		Ignorant to hunger and pride,
	~~It is cool,~~		his is a noble breed.
	~~Pinwheels~~ and ~~helicopters are~~,
	~~Floating abreast it.~~
	~~I smell the sweet scent of,~~
	~~Pine cones and maple, recently fallen,~~
	~~With tiny men jumping,~~
	~~From dandelion to dandelion.~~
	~~I perk up my equine ears,~~
	~~And listen to the babbling stream,~~
	~~It says:~~
	~~“An ocean hath washed the grape vines away~~.”

	~~I roll onto my back~~,		Wandering as always,
	~~Kicking my hooves outwards~~,		leaving innocence in his wake;
	~~I can feel every blade~~ of ~~grass~~,		Free from all corruption,
	~~brushing against my hair~~.		amidst his honorable gait.
	~~I roll over onto my side~~,
	~~And open my eyes~~,		His gaze pierces despair,
	~~I perceive a red number: 653~~,		unrelenting in the mire;
	~~Floating in a glass box~~,		Pure of heart and mind and soul,
	~~On a large wooden block~~.		natures lord and sire.
	Oh, how I ~~dread waking~~ in ~~the morning~~.
			No bit, no bridal,
			No spur, no saddle,
			A mirror to adoration,
			Is he;

			Benevolent Perfection,
			Poseidon’s Reflection,
			Symbol of hope,
			Unwavering and free.

			As I see him trot,
			Oh, how I wish to join him;
			To berid myself of Greed,
			Jealousy, and Deceit.

			Partners forever,
			Two friends endeavor;
			No petty Humor
			can defeat.

			Dancing across the open planes,
			together as Mother’s flower;
			Strength and stamina that never wanes,
			testament to Father’s power.

			Journeying through the meadows,
			to wreath ourselves from pains;
			To behold the everlasting beauty,
			The Horse in pure white flames.
	</poem>		</poem>
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2007-12-25T01:06:48Z

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<poem>
I walk to a stream,
And dip my nose and mouth,
Into the water.
It is cool,
Pinwheels and helicopters are,
Floating abreast it.
I smell the sweet scent of,
Pine cones and maple, recently fallen,
With tiny men jumping,
From dandelion to dandelion.
I perk up my equine ears,
And listen to the babbling stream,
It says:
“An ocean hath washed the grape vines away.”

I roll onto my back,
Kicking my hooves outwards,
I can feel every blade of grass,
brushing against my hair.
I roll over onto my side,
And open my eyes,
I perceive a red number: 653,
Floating in a glass box,
On a large wooden block.
Oh, how I dread waking in the morning.
</poem>
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Whiteflame at 01:08, 25 December 2007

Whiteflame: New page: {{byline|author=Justin S. (Whiteflame)|user=Whiteflame}} I walk to a stream, And dip my nose and mouth, Into the water. It is cool, Pinwheels and helicopters are, Floating abreast ...