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Front hooves leave the ground,
As he rises high into a rear.
Flexing his powerful legs,
I grab his mane in fear.
Yet gravity takes hold,
Pulling me off my steed.
But I have to sweep away the dirt,
And force him to concede.
Urging him over the jump,
I feel his agile flight.
His unfaithful act forgiven,
I smile with delight.
In life you have to be prepared,
If you fall once, you can't remain scared.