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Vachel Lindsay - The Old Horse In The City
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The moon’s a peck of corn.  It lies
Heaped up for me to eat.
I wish that I might climb the path
And taste that supper sweet.

Men feed me straw and scanty grain
And beat me till I’m sore.
Some day I’ll break the halter-rope
And smash the stable-door,

Run down the street and mount the hill
Just as the corn appears.
I’ve seen it rise at certain times
For years and years and years.
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