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White Horses poem by Rudyard Kipling (1897) Afar, off shore and single, Some stallion, rearing swift, Neighs hungry for new fodder, And calls us to the drift: Then down the cloven ridges— A million hooves unshod— Break forth the mad White Horses To seek their meat from God!
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