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“Gwawnowwdat,” said Turnbull, “and take a good look at the pain in a horse’s eyes.
If you’d a pair of dragging hooves on you, it’s short work they’d make of the smile on your face.”
You could see that he understood, and his fellow-feeling for the pain in the horse’s eyes;
and that dwelling on it so long he’d finally stolen into the innermost space
Read Poem If you’d a pair of dragging hooves on you, it’s short work they’d make of the smile on your face.”
You could see that he understood, and his fellow-feeling for the pain in the horse’s eyes;
and that dwelling on it so long he’d finally stolen into the innermost space
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