Once
I rode a horse wild
through fields of green
knee-deep in buttercup meadows
and fiery woods that came with fall
bareback and toes free
hair healthy and strong
long like Guinevere upon her steed
so proud to be me
and happy as the grass was green
my passion locked tight
always waiting for you
who had the
key
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