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when i was a little girlmy head was full of starsi dreamed of magic poniesand of someday wearing brasi read about black beautyand saw thunderhead three timesi studied my friend flickaand learnt by heart the horsey rhymesthe message that they gave mewas there in white and black"love your horses heaps and heapsand they will love you back"so when the long awaited day arrivedand of course the pony tooi lavished him with affectionand waited to see what he would doi gave him heaps of t*t bitssugar and things that mightmake him love me dearlybut all he did was bitei built a lovely stablewhich he looked at in disdainand unless i locked the ruddy doorhe'd prefer to stand out in the raini wouldn't have barbed wire fences or none of that dangerous caperbut instead of a home loving ponyi got the worlds best escaperi show him the saddle and bridleto say "we're off for a ride"but he'd bolt off down the paddockto find a place to hidemore to come
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