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As I hitch up ol' Nelly in her halter and bit I wonder If'n I'm going to run across on of then new fangled horse-less-carriages. Oh the smoke, stink and noise they make. Nothing like the good ol' fashioned farm air that I'm used to with the horse and cow manure and chicken liter overtones.
Boy with a horse you REALLY know what your getten, just a look at it's teeth and a quick sweep down each leg and you know if you got an old broken down mare or a thoroughbred. None of this wirin' and tubes and nonsense of an auto-mobile!
BUY GAS! Why GRASS IS FREE! At least in the spring and summer and who really doesn't mind the back breaking work of puttin' up hay every summer in the 90 degree heat to have enough through the long winter.
Posh city folks driving around fast as lightnin' never had the pleasure of a slow carriage ride into town. The clip-clop of hooves on cobblestone is hypnotic and who really cares if it takes 2 hours to go to town and back - we've got all the time in the world!
Ahhh for the REAL good ol' days!
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