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Quatrain of My Saddle

My Saddle - ride, ride

I can not move from this saddle
I stride, my sickness keeps
my legs from

If my horse were to stumble I
would be stuck on the
trail, anxiously

My steed must stay strong,  the
ride has many miles to
travel to reach my

Without the help of my horse and
saddle, the trail would
have ended long

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Order # 10098

Quatrain of My Saddle - 10098 - Yorktown Disciple
Quatrain Directive XCVII
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