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May 2012
he flies like the wind he soars like a bird
only his breathing can just be heard
his powerful body shines in the light
swiftly he moves, a wondrous sight
freedom he feels as he races the sun
running forever as the end there is none
the wind in his tail and love in his heart
he covers the ground as fast as a dart
nothing can stop him him my steed my joy
the kindest horse the most beautiful boy
terrie deasey
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terrie deasey
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   Phil Wiggins
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