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poem of deep love, with a twist in the tail. |
| I love the way. I love the way the summer breeze changes the style of her hair. The way the world could fall apart and she don't even care. I love the way she looks at me, with those wonderful brown eyes. The way she shakes her pony tail, to get rid of horseflies. The way she runs through the meadow, like the big horses do. but most of all i love, the way she reminds me of you. dedicated to my shetland buddies. |