Wild Black Mare

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By FarmGirl •

Dust was kicked into the air then there was a glimpse of a wild black mare Her stallion can be seen anywhere she goes together they run nose by nose Shes big and bulky hes wide and tall they rear up high with no problem at all Then the dust settles back to the ground the mare and her stallion are no where to be found

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April 4, 2007 18:24Tim Pozzi

i like this one, good use of rhyme