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My Girl By Katelynn Robertson
Everyday I got to come out To get brushed and rode My Girl Just a child Only out to have fun
We went to shows I tried my best To win a blue We were unbeatable
As the years went past We both got old My Girl Got bigger Too big, to tall
Then one day Another horse arrived I got ignored Forgotten
Very soon after, I left Got shipped off A nice trailer it was
After a long ride The door opened A new little girl Waiting with a brush My new Girl |