Friday, November 13, 2015
The Race Comments
Rating: ★5.0
Nostrils flaring he dances and prances, mounted rider in all colors, the smell of leather he has no tether now!
To the gate he is brought, eyes blazing no gazing, a spring to be sprung, an arrow to be shot, a bullet to be fired this is his desire only to run.
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7/22/2025 1:25:20 PM # 1.0.0
To the gate he is brought with circle of abundant roses. Marvelous sharing. on horses..10