Not A Maiden Anymore
Going to see the country ranch in need,Fearing the sight of ill livestock crying there.
Where 30 head of horses are all being nursed by one tired dame.
She is trying to be a saint with her bare hands alone.
It's the hottest day of summer.
I am gathering my boots and gloves.
Thinking only to bring with me water and my giant heart of love.
This horse knows she's neglected and will fight for some attention,
How can I not bring her home? I shall name her, "No More"
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