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A Poem by my Mom

There was a little toddler
With curls down her neck
She loved to play with horses

In dirt and tall hay stacks.

She started dreaming one night

Of a land far far away

The mountains met the heavens

Where horses always grazed.

Now her hair is long and thick

(Similar to a mane)

She loves the land and horses

She’s home, on the range.

Ta da!! Love you, mum

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