The horse
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I was walking down a trail when a beautiful buckskin horse was rearing it was stuck in a bush i had to help it i sang a song to calm it it had a cut on it's leg it wasn't bad i ripped a little piece of my shirt to tie on the leg after that he ran away it seemed that he looked back at me .
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