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Mustang Spirit

September 19, 2013
By Anonymous

Mountains covered in winter veil
through my mane blows the gale.
New fallen snow tickles my face
now my heart begins to race.
Freedom, freedom, free at last
I have no thoughts about my past.
I'm a spirit that likes to play
and bask in the rays of the day.
I pray this will always be my home
for our wild spirits to roam.
Not a burden in my sight
to haul for you with all my might.
Free to run with nature's call
I AM the spirit of the mustang after all!



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