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Rock On
The rocking horse with the silken mane
Flared his nostrils with pride.
His glaring eyes sparked with pleasure
As he set off on his wild ride.
His inky tail streamed behind him
Indicating his speed.
Oh, he was a restless stallion
And action was always a need.
A little hand had stroked his head-
That had got him rocking.
There were moors and mountains waiting
And stars, with dreams interlocking.
Away, away o'er field and plain
Rock on, gallop away!
Conquer all the constraints and go
'Til nighttime is turned into day.
