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Margarita XVIII
Contributed by
ramfire
on
Thursday, 12th September 2002 @ 10:53:03 AM in AEST
Topic:
StoryPoetry
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El diablo was Margarita's pride
that gave exciting ride across the fields
and plains of Luis Ore with lengthened stride.
In mind, El Diablo to reins now yields.
With gentle guide, the guilding she now wields
to leap the rapid flowing stream with ease,
then see the cottonwood tall tree that shields
her resting place of ever cooling breeze.
"My uncle has kept Diablo for me. No one has been allowed to sit his saddle. Diablo will remember me."
"How could anyone forget you?"
"You'll turn her head, Don Huerra," Dona rose
interrupted. "She's hard enough to live with."
"Am I hard to live with, father? Father, you answer for me. Am I hard to live with?"
Don Jose smiled affectionately at his daughter.
"Margarita, you're most welcome to live with us as long as you please. If you choose to remain at Peralta, that'll be our gain. I know though, your heart's in Luis Ore and I wouldn't do anything to prevent you from leaving."
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Re: Margarita XVIII
(User Rating: 1 ) by Jackee_line on
Tuesday, 6th May 2003 @ 07:03:33 AM AEST (User
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