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18 April 2009

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david

i think i'm imagining things just seeing a new shot on your site :-)

mighty fine it is too!

Otto K.

are you sure it's red? i can imagine blue, but not red. :)

angie

i'm seeing it, i'm seeing it.

is black the new red?

wardy

From the song "Flying Red Horse" by John Gorka...

The flying red horse from the gasoline wars
Took off from her station in the sun
Turning her back on the pack at the pump
She jumped down from the sign to run

Full serve attendants were spilling their hoses
Self-serve was doing the same
The manager dialed the emergency numbers
Insurance man won't take the claim

The sight of a horse crossing highways is frightening
But not with the breed that can fly
She's risen up to the level of oak trees
Too low for the radar man's eye

I am not much of a joiner she says
That's not where I draw my strength
Some of them go for the depth of field
While most of them go for the length
Me I will go for the hard combination
'Cause I have some need to belong
But I'm leaving this unkind of sign life behind me
I'll take what is mine and be gone

There are a few more verses too...

terrorkitten

after a few gins I will be imagining this in many colours!

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