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up in the high country the wild horses run free they've done so for nigh on a century not a saddle upon their backs enabling them to canter unchecked around its tract in the National park there is a harass of them trotting through it's blue hued wends their days are numbered in the park park authorities want end to their spirited lark up in the high country the wild horses run free they've done so for nigh on a century not a saddle upon their backs enabling them to canter unchecked around its tract to sight the wild horses in full galloping step is exhilarating and it fills one's heart with miles of pep their hooves thundering and pelting along to the wind's strong liberating song up in the high country the wild horses run free they've done so for nigh on a century not a saddle upon their backs enabling them to canter unchecked around its tract down the steep ravines and o'er the hills they stride without the reins of a man holding their ranging pride the wild horses have need of open lands to caper and race they are a breed which must be allowed to freely pace up in the high country the wild horses run free they've done so for nigh on a century not a saddle upon their backs enabling them to canter unchecked around its tract
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Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 8:36 AM UTC
Wild Horses
up in the high country the wild horses run free they've done so for nigh on a century not a saddle upon their backs enabling them to canter unchecked around its tract in the National park there is a harass of them trotting through it's blue hued wends their days are numbered in the park park authorities want end to their spirited lark up in the high country the wild horses run free they've done so for nigh on a century not a saddle upon their backs enabling them to canter unchecked around its tract to sight the wild horses in full galloping step is exhilarating and it fills one's heart with miles of pep their hooves thundering and pelting along to the wind's strong liberating song up in the high country the wild horses run free they've done so for nigh on a century not a saddle upon their backs enabling them to canter unchecked around its tract down the steep ravines and o'er the hills they stride without the reins of a man holding their ranging pride the wild horses have need of open lands to caper and race they are a breed which must be allowed to freely pace up in the high country the wild horses run free they've done so for nigh on a century not a saddle upon their backs enabling them to canter unchecked around its tract
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Australian
Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 8:36 AM UTC
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