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Saddles

The queen of somber
The mother of nature
The wild beauty queen
With language barrier
The thief of saddles

Valiant and on shrubberyed hair
She stands tall
On tall legs and circled eyes
Triangled nose and straight arms
The thief of saddles

The last days of her theft
Stoned and left giddy
Left by the throng to succumb
No acquaintance for help
The thief of saddles

The pauper queen
She became too frail
The thief of the night
Countless saddles buried with her
The thief of saddles

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