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AM I A Person or Animal? When I was young
and had no sense, I laid my tail on a barbed wire fence. It pulled my hair and scratched my butt, it made me jump and strut my stuff. If you are reading and fell into my snare, then you will not guess I am a mare. A Tennessee walker born and raised, after growing up to me, my owners praised. By: Cissy WhiteWolf/cissyccr 9/1/08 he-he! I crack me up!
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