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My lessons with Flossie, a roan Standardbred mare |
| WHAT DO I HAVE? September 27, 2010 I had her gallop in my hand when it was wet, or on dry land. We fought the bogeymen that showed behind the fence along the road. I had her circle in the yard. We found that working wasn’t hard. I gave her carrots; she gave me glee and set my cantering spirit free. But now she’s gone; the track is clear, and everything that I held dear was never mine; was Des’ call. I never really had the mare at all. She taught me how to ride so well, she taught me even when I fell. She was the best I’ve ever known. She was, I thought, my own. But no one taught me how to lose, or warned me what I shouldn’t choose, so all my love flowed through my heart; I thought we’d never part. But now she’s gone; the track is bare, and everything within my care was never mine; was Des’ call. I never had li’l Floss at all. |
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