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After school I roll out my bike.
Come on Blacky! Off we go.
Not a girl and a dog but a mare and her colt
gallop across the prairie, lungs bursting.
Nothing's man-made here.
Just sunburned grass,
gallop across the prairie, lungs bursting.
Nothing's man-made here.
Just sunburned grass,
endless blue sky, antelope, deer,
prairie dogs, endless grouse,
prairie dogs, endless grouse,
flocks of birds, gusts of wind.
Our muzzles agape, manes a blur,
the sun is setting
hooves turn back to paws, to legs,
hooves turn back to paws, to legs,
we are home in time for dinner,
the girl and her dog,
the girl and her dog,
the dog on a leash.
The dog did not chase a car.
The dog did not chase a car.
They'll gallop again tomorrow.
Copyright (c) 2012 Ellen McCarthy. All rights reserved.
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