Lucky
Always I believed that here - life is sweeter
The grass on the other side was really never greener
I loved going where the apples were grown;
Feed some to the horses, and save one for my own
On past the little white barn of freshly cut hay,
around the old coop where the noisy chickens stay,
I can always find my forever dearest eyes
who shakes her dark mane to rid the flies
She patiently waits there just for happy, delirous me
Who rides her wild through the field - absolutely free
One who loves her like no one else does
who passionately cares for this mare 'cause
Lucky gave truth to my every wondrous dream
Friends as naturally as water in a stream
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