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SMILE AWHILE A spirited young pony walked into a bar. Trotting up to the bar, and putting one hoof on the rail, he asked for a drink. "Now, I'll not be serving an underage pony!" Patrick O'Reilly shouted. "What makes you think you need a drink?" Adopting a shamefaced attitude, the pony replied, "I am a little horse (hoarse)!" Countrymom 2/2/03
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