Dust flew up like dinner smoke, The bronco laughed, the rider joked.
One hand high and one boot loose, He rode that horse like caffeinated juice.
The crowd held breath, the saddle squeaked, Even the donuts paused to peek.
For eight wild seconds, under fairground light, Gravity filed a formal complaint that night
Panasonic G9
Leica 70-200mm f2.8-4
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