I heard a horseman,
Riding over the hill.
The moon shone clear,
The night was still.
His helm was silver,
And pale was he.
And the horse he rode,
Was of ivory
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PoetryHi. This is my first book. Sorry if there is any bad grammar , english is my third language. I hope you will like it. I write poetry , because , I am in higschool , and it is a stress reliver, so I don't really have time for a full book. May or may...
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I heard a horseman,
Riding over the hill.
The moon shone clear,
The night was still.
His helm was silver,
And pale was he.
And the horse he rode,
Was of ivory
