So you think equestrian is EASY? (ORIGINAL)


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Why Do We Fall || Equestrian Motivation

You will dry to the towel and call it a cloth of the long line of a sorted life,
when it wraps your ward your lungs will fire.
To that a date will garden the Ivy that Fences your FEET!!
o for the grasp of a life within a barrel and yet the horror of the scene is of the people on the field!!
Negate your lives to your past and tunnel your burrows this saddle and girth,
after life of some visiting pyramid,
grasp the fist of nothing more that your voices in repore!
O how the Vista Plains,
the valley is a river of certain,
wildly the doctor is missing the gender is sorted and you, you are a running laughter of insult!
To the sights,
to the Sees,
the after of your like.
Venture to the Bags that hold your fights from a distance,
as it pulls to the lung and yanks to the pearl your Ship is of oared and you are of KNOWN,
plowing the fright it is the fear that draws,
and in that longing,
THE LINES ensure your drag,
a rake that makes you breathe in countenance,
and SEAL.



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