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The trailer is packed and my pony is clean. Her whiskers are trimmed and her coat is pristine. At dinner I watched a champion fall, Of horses he wasnt the greatest of all. So now as I look at my mare so red, My mind is still racing; the morning I dread. How will she act and how will she place? Will she give the judge her chestnutty face? No matter the outcome, no matter the prize My nerves quickly fade as I look in her eyes. Shes still my good girl and my pony so true. Ill love her forever; red, yellow or blue.
Posted on: Sat, 07 Jun 2014 23:58:53 +0000

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