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In the Spring you’ll see the foals at play, The ponies at work, new tasks everyday. These are the sites when the weather is warm and you are a guest at the Slipknot Haflinger Farm. The days begin to shorten and the breeze holds a bite. The golden pony is riding in the Maples so bright. There are sparkling snowflakes dancing among the pines, Bells heard jingling as the Haflingers give sleigh rides. The farm is just North of where the Mississippi starts, They are family, friends and the ponies who stole their hearts. |
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