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About This Poem
Glory's Dream
Upon a horse with feathered mane
tricks I do I am not ashamed
rearing on her two back legs
tighter I grasp her reins of red
Through hoops of fire upon blaze of air
I am the trainer which no compare
with a crack of whip she will take you there
amazing feats you shall not dare
I am the horse trainer for the circus fair
with long red hair and special flare
upon a horse with feathered mane
tricks performed in glory's dream
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