Pradip Chattopadhyay

(28.01.1961 / Kolkata)

3 Horses


There are three horses pulling your life
Attitude, want, and of course your wife
The first pulls you through life's high and low
The second pulls you to where monies flow
But it's the third that pulls you the strongest
The other two horses must run at her behest!

Submitted: Thursday, February 14, 2013

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  • Diana Van Den Berg (7/31/2013 5:31:00 AM)

    Lovely! I had a real horse for 20½ years and I knew him for 2 years before that. His name was Flicka and he went to Heaven at the age of 37½ human years on 28 April 2002 and I still cry over him and I talk to him (and my last dog in Heaven, Daisy, a Maltese Poodle who went to Heaven at the age of 14½ human years on 18 December 2009 and my last cat in Heaven, Tigger, who went to Heaven at the age of 15½ human years on 26 October 2010. (Report) Reply

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