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LIVING HORSE
By Danny

I was five and without a name
And then that day it finally came
The breeze was gentle, the sun was bright
The new spring flowers were a lovely sight

But all of a sudden I heard a shrill scream
That sounded like the demons locked in my dreams
I ran to the sound and cryed in dismay
For there was my horse lying bloody in the hay

I calmed her down and eased her pain
By the look of the wound I thought she'd be slain
But I stayed by her side through and through
And her wound started to heal as good as new

And though my horse was going to be lame
I remembered it by getting my name

....LIVING HORSE....