The sun was coming up in beautiful array,
Looked like it was wonderful day.
We tightened our cinches, ready to ride.
Oden stepped on his young pony with a heart full of pride. ...
He was a flea bitten gray with white mane and tail,
Weighed about nine fifty and free as a gale
He was the best horse that I ever rode
Whether working cattle or riding down the road. ...
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