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When you feel the stagnate of life
in the shoe
Time to move, to stir, to rally

Mix it up with the Maker

Pull a number out of a hat
and take a chance
Spurs to the hide, mane to the wind

Like a bullet, flying
straight on
Toward a new horizon.


(Previously published in Austin Daze, March 2001)

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