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The ponies frolic, bucking and dancing with tails high as they realize which gate is open. They snort and fuss and play. Melody takes the lead, galloping through, and Savannah quickly follows. They...
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The Promise of Spring by Me Winds whistle and sigh Leaves tumble and fly, Forgotten from fall Drifting toward the barn wall. Though winter’s cold bite Still lingers at night. Horses frolic and play...
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