The Mad Ride..

Rudyard and Rasputin ride across the plain..Rudyard quips an easy joke..

Rasputin just insane..gallop hard and easy each with their own guard..

Rudyard with his words and humor..Rasputin stonin hard..

To insulate from fate in times of garble times of woe..

With wit for one..drugs for the other..oppress don't hurt so..

The horses in a lather..Rasputin has concern..Rudyard says 'damn the lather boy..

history will turn'..

The stallions that they rode were racing each the other fast..for ten miles know a

frothy sweat..will they..can they last..

The sky the only ceiling..a grassy plain the rug..one with stories to explain and laugh..

the other drugs.. women and with Mesmer..he sipped his alky brew..

the Cossacks sword and knife..and poets 'foggy dew'..

They plotted roads and thought for millions..story found for Noyes..

'The Highwayman'..was read as can by men who once were boys..

Into each town and villiage..into the dance drink Inne..

they know the time is all they have and all

they can win..

 

 

They had this thing in common..must have..must be..in poem..story glory..once again by me..Peace Tony

 

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