I was taking my way
In the evening sunshine
Like an old little stray.
Long miles were come by.
In the green tiny park
On a path of pedestrian
All around was dark
And I saw an equestrian.
There's the headless horseman
There was just a horseless ride
And a horse with no name
It was followed alongside.
Wish I was a right rider
Wish I had a good steed
But I am only a strider
having nothing to heed.
Shining lass
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