I Learned Sometimes It's Best To Not Get Back On The Horse

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    Let The Pony Run

    When I was five years old, my Dad put me on a bareback pony that was blind in one eye and had a derogatory name. Just some scruff pony not worth much that my Grandad had rescued. Dad smacked the pony on the rear, and she took off running with me, and I held on to her mane...
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