the gallop at the Canter to value the trot as the relaxing struck a count to land that Take-off,
firm seat with determined eye but in the truth of that ride the Trust for the horse ask the flute,
the Moon is only a product revolution to the dynamite of that Cross-country on those whistling Tiers!!
Dressage the warm-up of study in the library of Well,
letters to circle the diameter to expand that raise with Hills on the banks to skill,
be of that saddle change as the shorter stirrup is of a tremendous shift,
the pulse pumps to the rider on the Gather Of reins,
speak as dignity is held for the balance is the lens,
grasp for only a moment as the watch is of the actual on those fabulous stays,
through the air as the pull brings the stride to open up a branch that any good core would have known.
Relation Ship to the smile on the strum The horse is the best description for Rum,
from the gentle breeze of a Mind on the Thought of such luck on the bends,
the value of girth to know a horn of the English language And form,
the Cinch in the Scene is the Fun to be Tend,
back to the Future of why Life is the greatest of why one Speaks with the Soar,
for the Course of an Event is the day Of it's tent.
My Mother loved her China as the Cutlery was the Path of a friend,
the Salt and the Pepper shakers would came,
being that did for the land at the state,
but the picture above was the reminder of lane,
made conversation the most interesting sane,
Teacups & grain!!
for the Course of an Event is the day Of it's tent.
My Mother loved her China as the Cutlery was the Path of a friend,
the Salt and the Pepper shakers would came,
being that did for the land at the state,
but the picture above was the reminder of lane,
made conversation the most interesting sane,
Teacups & grain!!