Post by miraclehorse14 on Nov 23, 2006 10:15:49 GMT -5
Custom made trotted into this unfamilar land.
she tossed her dark silver mane and nickered.
Custom looked for a stag,a stag to be her mate always.
Grazing under a tree she waited,waiting for 'The one special stag'.
she tossed her dark silver mane and nickered.
Custom looked for a stag,a stag to be her mate always.
Grazing under a tree she waited,waiting for 'The one special stag'.
