Not a Horse

I have accepted the fact that I am a camel.

I am not a horse.

I will never gallop through green pastures, leaping over split-rail fences in Kentucky.

I will never reside in somebody’s barn, being fed apples by loving hands.

I will never produce beautiful foals on shaky knees.

I am a different breed of animal.

I am slow to go where I’m going, but I go and go and go.

I spit at those who reach for me.

I am the butt of jokes… or Geico commercials.

I live in the sunshine with my feet in the sand.

I am a camel and way too funky for Kentucky.

Until tomorrow…


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