The horse ran freely in the pasture. He loved the way his mane felt in the wind. He liked to tell animals around him stories that sounded like GRIM. He is hitch hiking on the freeway now, and doesn't know why no one will stop. He thought that he was white, but now he has turned BLACK. He is a valiant stallion with the energy of a KING. All the thoughts of nations, he does bring. I look back and I like his story now. He makes me happy inside to the core. Everyone else is just a bore.
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