From the Depths of the Rabbit Hole
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Monday, September 13, 2004
Ghost Rider
Snarling and grunting while he strains for more speed.
The rider urges his steed, whipping and cheering it,
Cajoling his conveyance.
Fleeing the wind, racing against the sun.
Time is against him. The wind is his foe.
The sun sets.
His time is done.
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