A rose with poetry and prose
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Vanna the white mare
Vanna
Vanna so pure white
Feeding her is my delight
Your riding days are over
Now you just run thru the clover
In memory of a beautiful horse
By Roberta Mary Ladieu
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