The White Stallion
The white stallion galloped up
with his mane flowing in the air.
He stopped on top of the snowy hill
when he saw me standing there.
He reared up on his back legs
and snorted a time or two.
Then he galloped up to me
as I stared in his eyes of blue!
He pranced around me
as he did a little dance.
He knew he was so handsome
as he pranced and pranced.
Magnificent and bold,
he was wild and free.
He knew I adored him
for he had come to me.
His gaze was like magic
as he held me in a trance.
He swished his mane--
then off he pranced!
He ran off in the wind
full of strength and energy.
I'll never forget the day
the White Stallion came to me!
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