He is vicious, he is ferocious and he is determined
Running, galloping, the horse is catching up
What is the meaning of this? Why is he like this?
His paddock is gruesomely green and muddy
Mud, grass and hoof prints line the paddock
Love is a battlefield, much like this one I should think
Quickly I shut the gate behind me so he can't get out
Bang! He smashes against the gate trying to escape
Rushing around the paddock
He is galloping like a madman
The gate groans with the weight of him pushing it
Chance! He stops at the call of his name
Again, again and again I call his name
He is now fuzzy, fluffy and looking at me intensely
He is a gelding called Chance
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