The 13
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
The Riding
by Thackerson
Long and lost was I
riding towards the sea
out the ridge o'er the trees
The rivulet passes by
And ho, my brothers ride
merry along the way
to which no man hath gone fore
look back no more
look back no more
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