Horses
Horses, lots of them.
hey eat a lot.
They poop a lot.
They are very loud,
but we love them anyway,
so much that,
we will name car's speed
after them.
They make us feel on
top of the world when we,
ride them or make us feel like
the world's a blur.
Horses may be horses
but we still love them.
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