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I walk with diligence to the gate
And call my steed to me
His airy trot to my hand
Invites a scratch, tickles our soul
A now tired saddle the only thing
That has come between us
Thru journeys of old and this one
Past the chain link fence
Locking in the nature preserve
Down the asphalt to the street light
Green to go up rail tracks rusted thru
Riding along the back alley
Where young boys and girls
Await to give my mount a pat
Like yesterday
And a piece of bread
He nickers as they approach
We tell them more tales of yesteryear
Found on the trails behind the fence
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