Sweet peas and purple ponies
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Somewhere beneath this flaccid amalgam of fat cells and angst beats the pure heart of a little girl who simply wanted to be a purple horse when she grew up.
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while the inexorable cadence of time has allowed little girl dreams to dissipate, my words have not escaped. There will be many here, heavy horses mostly - sweat flecked and circling the paddock.
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