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I feel the sawdust crunch beneath my hooves, the roar of the crowd as I race around the ring. This is where I belong, in the bright lights of the big top, where I can show off my grace and strength. For as long as I can remember, I've lived for this moment, for the chance to be more than just a simple horse, but a performer, a partner in the dance of the circus

Circus Pony

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