The Dirty Horse at the End of Our Street

There was a horse that lived there was a the end of our street, this house. They just owned a horse for some reason and they would just tie it up out front. And my dog would run out of our house and every time he escaped, he would sprint straight to this fucking horse. He thought about this horse all day, every day. So yes, I did. So sad whole life. There's just been a dirty horse at theend of our street. You never seen it off the post. It wouldn't have been graceful like dressage.