Leisurely he mounts An iron horse, long-tamed, To meander through the winding streets Endless in the morning haze. Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Print (Opens in new window) Print Like Loading... Related Leave a comment Cancel reply Δ Post navigation Previous Previous post: SeductionNext Next post: Crashing
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A (wise) man of two faces 
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