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my best-friend

By , Cincinnati, IA
He holds me on his back
Four hooves pounding the ground
Matching the rythm of his beats
Grip on tight, because there's no saddle
Just him and me
Running recklessly free
Nothing can stop us
His sorrle mane ripping through the wind
close your eyes, think you're flying?
who would of thought my best-friend couldn't talk
listen close and you'll understand.





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RJW1997This teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Oct. 18, 2012 at 12:10 pm
I love it! And sometimes it does feel like your flying! Anyone with horses can relate! Keep it up!
 
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