Returned from a ride, Carl, Catherine and I’d Always find ourselves in disarray.  Ο Two little girls, Penny loafers and curls, ‘Top our mud-smattered Clydesdale valet.  Ο Bedraggled with crud, Would we scrub, soap and sud At the comely colt’s calico coat. Ο Stood he seventeen hands, Of a thoroughbred strand (And of Flemish descent, […]

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