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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=542655" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Horse Life</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=542655" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">In a horse life.We can play with a burlap feed<br>bag, an empty milk jug, or chew on the barn stall<br>door.Just to kill some time, or to kill some every<br>day bordom.In a horse life.We get names like<br>Black Beauty, Flicka, Seabiscuit, or Secretariat.<br>In a horse life.We do tricks like bowing our heads<br>down, or placing our shoe upon a pedastool.Picking<br>up the cowboy hat.While tapping our feet rata-tat-tat.<br>In a horse life.We like a good block of salt.With lots<br>of minerals, to lick upon.A wholesome bale of hay.To<br>start off a brand new day.Or a bucket of grain.To keep<br>us all healthy, fat, and sane.And a fresh bucket of water, <br>to wash it all down.In a horse life.I could be losing a <br>horseshoe.While the rider is losing his mind.In a horse<br>life.We can be a workhorse, a race horse, or a trick pony.<br>Or maybe a showhorse, or possibly a circus horse.With<br>out all the phoney baloney.In a horse life.We can run all<br>day in the open sun, or run the race trak.While the betters<br>place their wagers.Of course, at the horse racing track<br>betters window.In a horse life..</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=542655" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">A Horse Life Poem by Kim Robin Edwards<br>Copyright 2011.All rights reserved.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Kim+Robin+Edwards">Kim Robin Edwards</a></strong></div>