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My Horse

(Submitted by: Serena, age 11)

My horse she has a gleaming coat,

And she frolics with her friends and colt.

My horse is a palomino paint,

Though her whinny is a little faint,

She's still graceful and she's quaint.

She holds her head up when she prances,

And when she runs it looks like she dances.

When I ride her if fells like were flying,

But when she's hurt I fell like dying.

We are a pare my horse and me,

And when she blind and can not see,

I'll always know that she still loves me.

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