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I clutch the reins, knuckles white,
knees clamp the saddle to hold on tight.
The height -
looked not so tall from the ground,
now dizzy at top as I look around.
My body feels heavy, head is light
I want to run, it wants a fight.
The fright -
the wide old nose can smell my fear
I feel its breath our heads so near.
Trying my best to stay upright
but swiftly lose to superior diet.
The sight -
earlier sitting tall, horse under me,
now I bite the dust and it goes free.
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