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Edgar Lee Masters - Peleg Poague
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Horses and men are just alike.
There was my stallion, Billy Lee,
Black as a cat and trim as a deer,
With an eye of fire, keen to start,
And he could hit the fastest speed
Of any racer around Spoon River.
But just as you`d think he couldn`t lose,
With his lead of fifty yards or more,
He`d rear himself and throw the rider,
And fall back over, tangled up,
Completely gone to pieces.
You see he was a perfect fraud:
He couldn`t win, he couldn`t work,
He was too light to haul or plow with,
And no one wanted colts from him.
And when I tried to drive him — well,
He ran away and killed me.
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