Joyfully the white mare and dark horse
ran freely in the green meadow that day
He chased her in warm loving fashion
and coaxed her to sensually play
She warmed to his gentle presuasion
and followed his lead to the vale
The privacy of the trees hid emotions
the stud preformed without fail
Quietly they returned to the meadow
walking leasurely down by the stream
Occassionally touching each other
their minds were focused on a dream
In due time there would be a foal
a thoroughbred it will surely be
Bred of pure stock of it's parents
so we must patiently wait to see
Filly or colt it really doesn't matter
but a champain for sure it will be
A first of the white mare and dark horse
an awesome specimen we will surely see
the story continues...
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