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This is a poem in the view of my horse

I always knew since the day I was born that I loved running free but as I grew older the fields died out there was fire and drought
It was then I was caught and took to be sold as I thought my life was over I saw the sweetest girl she brought me up something held in her hand I took it cautiously it tasted so Grand then I was sold to an old man I traveled to the home where now I am that was many years ago now I am still with my little girl so sweet and so kind she no longer jumps me says I'm too old but she still comes and grooms me and feeds me so well it says on my door wild Mustang but I'm no longer wild she's grown up now and has brought home a young Colt she still says I am her favorite and we still go on rides.
to that I must leave you for here she comes now