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sad, lonely and blue.
His roping days of glory were over,
His next trip could be to the meat man.
His ears prick up,
He hears laughter.
A family is here,
Looking for an old safe horse.
He prances as he once did for the gallery,
Head high.
Loaded into a new trailer,
He knows he is going home.
by Susan, for Flyer
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