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I was born a barn on a brisk autumn day in 1972. My mother finally let me live in the house when I turned 17 and a half. Needless to say, I like to wear shoes that clip-clop and I take wonderful care of my mane. My favorite horse in the barn was Mr. Ed, who talked incessantly about politics and oats. I'm just checking to see if anyone reads this stuff. :)