032510f Her Legs Are Long, Runs Fast Poem by Manonton Dalan

she stood there
with too much pride
walk with the grace
of a lovely bride
i came to touch her face
she's nodding, she likes it

i give her food
she follow me around
she wants to nibble
on my palm
love to be rub
she keeps still
never been mad

i took her to the river
for a morning swim
she wants me on her back
as she glides to river river bank
her legs are long, runs fast
she's so beautiful, a class

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that's my horse