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The Girl I Sold My Horse For
rambling wide was what I did
saloons and bars near and far,
winds alive behind my back
horizons lit by a guiding star
I never thought much different
till she caught my horse's rein,
she taught me to settle down,
didn't need my horse's mane
she's sassy and bright and clever
I grew to love the kegs she wore,
she's the mother of my kid now
she's the girl I s...
Tuesday 1st December 2020 11:17 am
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