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Toro.

April 27, 2011
By RebeccaB SILVER, Smithtown, New York
RebeccaB SILVER, Smithtown, New York
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You threatened death
You played him like a bull
You held out the red cloth
But the bull kept raging on

Puffing his nose
In and out, roughly
Bucking his rear all around
Rushed forward with all his force

Lost his path
That little red cloth was gone
But you were still there untouched
His eyes filled with the burning of an inferno

He kept bucking and roaring his mighty roar
Shaking his head back and fourth
Brushing his hooves on the sand
Pushed on more and more
Only to fall for it again….



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