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Oliver Wendell Holmes wrote How The Old Horse won the bet: Twas on the famous trotting grounds etc. THE OLD HORSE They were having a horse race, In a small western town, A lot of excitement, with People running around. The year was eighteen And seventy three, On many things here, Folks didn't agree. This day was different, Most all would say, It was sure to be Jim, on His long legged bay. It was just after noon, When they came to the course, Each cowboy mounted on His favorite horse, The first to show up was A fellow named Gene, Everyone knew his cayuse Was mean. They all remembered, Was only last year, When that horse nipped off, The Parson's right ear. Next to show was Conway on A horse he called Blast That pony was sure to not Finish last. Last; let me tell you, of a horse From the East, Poor, and bony scarred-up Looking beast. Did that old cowboy think, He stood a chance? He said “meet Thunder, And my name is Lance.” When the race started with A shot from the gun, Thunder sure proved, He could still run. Passing them all with Lightning like speed Something not lacking, in This grand old steed.  ~~Image #2120910 Sharing Restricted~~ ~~Image #2164593 Sharing Restricted~~ |
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