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Hack horse Blaze he was golden when touched by the sun He danced and he pranced and damn he could run He won all the races ,that e,re he was in till sold to a man by the n-ame of bings He;s no longer golden in sickness he stands. NO friend nor a owner no hope does he have. He;s a trail horse now,- public to all rent him for a hour, who cares if he falls |
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