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October 12, 2009
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Under the ancient sun
A foal born anew
Another living miracle
With the same sky of blue

Her mother is near
As she tries to stand
The breeze brushes by
To give her a hand

Tiny little hooves
Will run where they will
Through the forest, the canyons
The meadow so still

There’s nothing quite like
New life in spring
A fresh start for the world
No matter what life might bring

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