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THE HEADLESS HORSEMAN

THE HEADLESS HORSEMAN

The headless horseman riding his trail...

He comes through the streets of the city...

Riding fast and free through towns as he continues on his way...

Born in time before me...

His legend as he will surely never die...

The headless horseman...

Maybe, he will join you for tea?

Maybe, he will hault in front of you to offer his hand to lift you up...

The headless horseman rides his trail...

He will never leave you...

Hugs...

sparrowsongΒ 

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C. Harter Amos

Just in time for Halloween, a nice scary tale of the headless horseman! Well done and enjoyable. -Mimi. xx

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sparrowsong

Hello Mimi...

Glad you enjoyed!Β 

I remember when I first heard the legend...

Everytime I would hear on the street...

I always look at the rider to see if the rider had a head...

LOL!

To me if it was a legend it must be real...

Glad you enjoyed!Β 

Thank you for your comment and support!Β 

Hugs...

sparrowsongΒ 

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sparrowsong

Hello Lisa...

Glad you enjoyed!Β 

Some legends are just very unusual...

Thank you for your comment...

Hugs...

sparrowsongΒ 

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