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Thursday, January 1, 2015
A Horse Limerick
There once was a big horse named Pleasure
who decided she didn’t care for her rug
so against the fence and the pole and the barn she rubbed
all the while snorting, blinking, chewing her cud
and then flung her green coat in the mud.
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