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A Slice For Elvis I know a horse named Elvis, he has a famous name, so stoic in his handsome pose and flowing golden mane. I know he likes his apple treat a single slice or two; and sometimes in the afternoon I treat him when I'm through. Patiently, he waits for me, he seems to understand, then shakes his head for he has seen the apple in my hand. I do not want to spoil him, not always do I bear the apple treat he thinks he needs; I know it seems unfair. But now and then I'll help my friend and let him have his way, I'll see to it he has his snack at least he will today. ![]()
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