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My Girl

By Katelynn Robertson


Everyday I got to come out

To get brushed and rode

My Girl

Just a child

Only out to have fun


We went to shows

I tried my best

To win a blue

We were unbeatable


As the years went past

We both got old

My Girl

Got bigger

Too big, to tall


Then one day

Another horse arrived

I got ignored



Very soon after, I left

Got shipped off

A nice trailer it was


After a long ride

The door opened

A new little girl

Waiting with a brush

My new Girl