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Ears perked,
He is so alert.
Standing still,
As a living statue,
Waiting for me.
I get him tacked up.
I mount him.
We fly through the wind,
As fast as he could go.
Over the hills of sand.
I stop him.
I glance at me watch.
We must get back!
I turn him around,
And again we are off!
I put him in his stall.
I wake up,
What a great dream.
I can't wait 'till tonight,
When My dream horse and I go for our next ride!
What a good Gelding,
So tall and sleek.
A true animal of beauty and swiftness.
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