“Sinders”
It’s of Sinders I speak today,
A horse of black & white,
Intelligence beyond a horse,
Loves his mommy,
Brother to Rufus,
Son to me.
A horse of the Tennessee Walking variety,
Contrary to beliefs, not always Mom’s pride & joy,
But still, his Mommy’s boy.
Always there & happy for rides,
Fast becoming the king of his new stable,
His unwavering love for us, so unshakable.
Need I say more?
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