Humans & Horses by Smith, Logan Ryan -- Read -- Imperial Library of Trantor

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Two-face, It wasn't an hour of silence At the racetrack At the sound of the gun At the You bit To wit, you have none, yr The greyhounds get to race C o r r a l l e d The sense that this can come off It's not a sprint. It's a marathon. 221 years ago and sometimes Dear Love, I’m thinking of you, dear friends, who came to yr end As I crawl out of the drink I’ve got the poison I’ve heard you like to put on flippers and squawk? Like And the horn sounds! A laugh out the window So when I put up a stage handed When I was a kid In elementary school I learned about Orpheus There were no horses I couldn’t calculate the means of an end ended there Off course A cool No big mouthed waterbirds Yr say For Eight bells rung And the Earth is infected Forcing my way out of the waterbird’s big fat red lips ABOUT THE AUTHOR WORDS ABOUT HUMANS & HORSES FROM HUMANS… ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

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