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Wild
Wild
Wild and strange
Beauty on the range
Its heart free and wild
Its mane neither combed nor styled
It is beauty at its best
With legs that never rest
Little duns, big grays
Big chesnuts, little bays
None are tamed, neither named
O' beauty at its best.
poem and picture by Melissa McHenry
my granddaughter
poem written when she was eight, picture at fourteen
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