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Living with a horse in a one-bedroom flat up five-flight of stairs could become a nightmare one of these days we're moving out ... And we get on fine here - the filly and I there's enough for us to eat - always butter for the hay Yet though she never nags me nor goes neighing to the neighbours I know how she longs for a taste of summer-grass And when at night I'm riding her bare back around the roof-tops we both of us are dreaming of a boundless plain
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Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 11:03 AM UTC
The Filly and I
Living with a horse in a one-bedroom flat up five-flight of stairs could become a nightmare one of these days we're moving out ... And we get on fine here - the filly and I there's enough for us to eat - always butter for the hay Yet though she never nags me nor goes neighing to the neighbours I know how she longs for a taste of summer-grass And when at night I'm riding her bare back around the roof-tops we both of us are dreaming of a boundless plain
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Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 11:03 AM UTC
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