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A Little Native boy with enormous dreams
One day he will become a strong warrior
Bravely and quickly mounts his waiting steed
He will ride his painted feral pony into battle
Racing across the rolling fields and streams
Hair blowing in the wind in a rhythmic glide
Holding tight as he is jolted back and forth
By the strong galloping of his painted steed
He has No fear as he pushes forward in stride
Listening to the deep breaths of man and beast
He gallops onward towards the rolling hills
One more hill and he will meet his adversary
His steep pushes fast and hard as his war cries ring out
Then his War pony begins to slower its pace
And unexpectedly comes to a complete stop
He sits up and leans back with a deep “sigh”
And looks up with a sad face
Mom…
Do you have another Quarter?
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One day he will become a strong warrior
Bravely and quickly mounts his waiting steed
He will ride his painted feral pony into battle
Racing across the rolling fields and streams
Hair blowing in the wind in a rhythmic glide
Holding tight as he is jolted back and forth
By the strong galloping of his painted steed
He has No fear as he pushes forward in stride
Listening to the deep breaths of man and beast
He gallops onward towards the rolling hills
One more hill and he will meet his adversary
His steep pushes fast and hard as his war cries ring out
Then his War pony begins to slower its pace
And unexpectedly comes to a complete stop
He sits up and leans back with a deep “sigh”
And looks up with a sad face
Mom…
Do you have another Quarter?
[MENTION=216151]Hastings[/MENTION]wm2013
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