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This is my poem about horses, my horses.
My horses are nice, my horses are cool.
They treat me alright and not like a tool.
My horses are cool, my horses are nice.
It hurts my face, when I slip on the ice.
I've got a new horse, my horse is new.
It looks like a pony and speaks like a jew.
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