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Ode To Romanova - a Good Horse
Ode To Romanova - A Good Horse Romanova is a good horse; truly one of a kind; Her story I will tell you if so you are inclined. She'd the look of a racehorse; tall of stature, red of hue; With Power and beauty; I thought, a winner through and through. But her mind had been a-scatter, Headstrong, rambunctious and wild, Until a bond we created My God, it took a while. An understanding grew between us, Like no one else could do, A Love and respect had blossomed that was both strong and true. One day she came onto the track; With a gleam in her eye; and a flare to her nostrils But her odds, they were high. She broke from the gate; and ran like a train; Passed horse after horse; oh boy, did she gain! The jockey said "Let's go, girl" Her name all did call; There she charged out in front; Ahead of them all. Stride after stride; her lead grew down the lane. She was first past the wire; the wind blowing through her mane. Prancing back home; A proud look on her face; Clearly she knew; She was "Winner of the Race". That sweet taste of victory made her always yearn for more To fly like the wind..., That's what she had been born for With each win she walked more nobly, More confident, assured and satisfied. The little-girl-scared, was now a champion, We stood victorious together, she and I, side by side.
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