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when i was 5 years old i had a pony..
he was a great pony...
i used to love to ride him..
when i was 7 years old he started biting me and bucking me off when i rode him...
my parents gave him away..
i was sad..
i got over it...
all good things come to an end...
dont be mad at the pony..
i was happy that my parents gave him away..
no more pony bites or sore ass from getting bucked off..
a stupid boy would have kept that pony...
the end.......
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