Quandary Poem by DeForrest A. Penley

Quandary



The horse is here, the saddle's near;
The open road is calling.
As you can see; I'm fancy-free;
So, why do I keep stalling?

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DeForrest A. Penley

DeForrest A. Penley

Los Angeles, California
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