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Taking the chance and closing my eyes to let the warm leather grainy rein be my guide.
Trusting the pony this once in a lifetime you can have what you want birthday present.
Daring to hold my arms out by my side gripping the hard flank with my baby fat legs.
As we race past hearing my mother yell, you be careful child wearing your Sunday dress.
Giving me the tickles so I throw back my head and laugh with it sounding like music.
Turning dizzy just as the pony slows down I open my eyes on the Merry-go-round.

Last edited by alicebgone on October 2, 2011, 7:08 am