The white mare is an independent soul
With infinite spirit to her hearts delight
The whimsical nature of her actions
Leave many in awe of her plight
Her tame demeanor you recognize
Hidden inside beats a heart of gold
She likes her massages and back-rubs
As her youth has taken it's toll
She gallops down the path of freedom
Enjoying nature by the side of the road
She finds this creek in her travels
And drinks from the stream so cold
Renewed and upbeat are her feelings
As she prances toward the sunset beyond
Searching for her soul-mate companion
The dark horse that doesn't respond
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