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An old rope horse stood in a broken down corral
sad, lonely and blue.
His roping days of glory were over,
His next trip could be to the meat man.
His ears prick up,
He hears laughter.
A family is here,
Looking for an old safe horse.
He prances as he once did for the gallery,
Head high.
Loaded into a new trailer,
He knows he is going home.
by Susan, for Flyer
sad, lonely and blue.
His roping days of glory were over,
His next trip could be to the meat man.
His ears prick up,
He hears laughter.
A family is here,
Looking for an old safe horse.
He prances as he once did for the gallery,
Head high.
Loaded into a new trailer,
He knows he is going home.
by Susan, for Flyer
