I loved a horse. I forget his name.
He studied me frankly from under his mane.
His nostrils flared like living holes,
Two beautiful spheres and swelling above
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i pressed my moon against a window once; the neighbors complained! give me Mr. Ed anytime! bri :)
Well, what a load of spoilsports! Was it your rear window?