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Remember back a long time ago when your feet and your heart were bare? When your days revolved around getting a ride to your little pony's lair? Back before your khemo alibaba or doc olena san when you probably had a special friend named rowdy or buck or Dan? Before you knew of bits or bridles just a halter and lead ruled supreme I bet your pony went wherever you wanted across hill and dale and stream. No thoughts of saare, marciante , or cook, or whether or not to switch trees your main concern was a mane in your face and gripping like hell with your knees. Did your friend, as mine, stop and stare at you as if you'd lost your mind when he stopped to watch you pick yourself up and dust off your behind? Remember when thoughts were not of cd's or getting the latest download your favorite music then, even heard in your dreams was the sound of hooves on the road. Remember when troubled your therapist was there letting you cry in his mane remember the way he blew softly in your face as if he too felt your pain? Sometimes it helps to step back in time when things moved at a slower pace to remember that Someone who loves you in Heaven above gave you the gift of that pony face. Remember? |
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