They run so freely,
their manes blown by the wind,
their coats are glistening,
the birds keep their distance.
Beautiful brown or black eyes,
a tail that is very long;
Oh, I wish one was mine,
but the price is too much.
Walking, trotting, running, galloping,
that's how they go their way;
eating, sleeping neighing, nudging,
that's also their daily day.
Horses so fine and pretty,
oh, I love them all;
It would be such a pity,
if they suddenly were gone.
Horses.
Ack. I don't know WHEN I wrote this. It was years ago...I know that much.
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