Taming of the Shrew
Nostrils flared Red pony rides Cross the fields of barley Raven haired girl Petticoats fly Racing to Her true love's side She knows When she arrives His arms They will embrace her Take her To heights she only dreamed True lovers often do And she'll break the chains that bind Her Forever Things denied her Will be given with grace By the man with the passion To tame her ©2001 Crow Majik all rights reserved 3-17-01This was written while listening to "Lord of the Dance"....it's the scene I saw in my head and really has nothing to do with "Taming of the Shrew' movie or play. It simply captured what I saw in my head when I heard the music. In any event, here it is, here I am, rate me as you will! Written March 17th, 2001 © on Sep 27 2001 06:17 AM PST 0 • 12
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