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I loved the horse farm
Maria would always take us
On those hot summer days
The mosquitoes were out heavy
Thirsty as a marathon runner
We each got a horse
Mine was named Little Lady
But she wasn't so little
She looked like an ox
That's how huge she was
Our daily hike was treacherous
But Little Lady was healthy
Up the mountain we go
Every drop of my sweat
Dripping down my slick forehead
But as we came down
The breeze felt so nice
Time to put them up
Nice to see Little Lady
Until my next farm visit
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Robbie Bale
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