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when i was a little girl
my head was full of stars
i dreamed of magic ponies
and of someday wearing bras

i read about black beauty
and saw thunderhead three times
i studied my friend flicka
and learnt by heart the horsey rhymes

the message that they gave me
was there in white and black
"love your horses heaps and heaps
and they will love you back"

so when the long awaited day arrived
and of course the pony too
i lavished him with affection
and waited to see what he would do

i gave him heaps of tit bits
sugar and things that might
make him love me dearly
but all he did was bite

i built a lovely stable
which he looked at in disdain
and unless i locked the ruddy door
he'd prefer to stand out in the rain

i wouldn't have barbed wire fences
or none of that dangerous caper
but instead of a home loving pony
i got the worlds best escaper

i show him the saddle and bridle
to say "we're off for a ride"
but he'd bolt off down the paddock
to find a place to hide

more to come

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