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i must have died and gone to heaven

it was quarter past eleven

Name:
Laura Fantastic
Location:
External Services:
  • psycholaura@livejournal.com
Schools:
My lovely horse, running through the field,
Where are you going with your fetlocks blowing in the wind?
I want to shower you with sugarlumps,
And ride you over fences,
Polish your hooves every single day,
And bring you to the horse dentist.

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