Ridin' High

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Guns a blazin once again.
Chasing down those lootin' Injins'.

Saving the world from a trusty steed,
aganst bandits and bank robbers who stole for greed.

Reliving those old cowboy days.
Like Billy the kid and black hat Hayes.

Being a cowboy and singing their songs.
Acting like the sheriff who defends the wronged.

Ridin high in the saddle of a pure white horse.
Always the hero, but of course.

Holding tightly with a hand full of manes.
Being the infamous Jessie James.

Then the horse slows to a stop.
Puts a quarter in the machine's slot.

Back to saving the world again.
On the Stallion known as a friend.

Life is exciting never a bore.
While riding the horse, in front of the store.

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bamagirlbamagirlalmost 20 years ago
Memories

I think most of us can remember those ponies with fond memories :)

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