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Was training un rather stubborn and even un likkle bit bucky horsie... *le frowny*

 

yoo successful?

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and you're all not here...

:laugh:

 

Was training un rather stubborn and even un likkle bit bucky horsie... *le frowny*

 

yoo successful?

Yarr...in le end we was riding up the mountain again. Still... bad Picco! :P Oh well is vair young horsie, he will learn :)

today is last day of holiday

We still haz one more week...

 

oh well, I'm sure we'll make up that time at some point

I has American Pie stuck in moi head now...

 

not the movie I suppose

Err no, le song by Don McLean.... was gonna shpam it here but got distracted :P

So bye, bye Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry

Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey in Rye

Singin' this'll be the day that I die

This'll be the day that I die

Did you write the book of love

And do you have faith in God above

If the Bible tells you so?

Now doooooo you believe in rock and roll?

Can music save your mortal soul?

And can you teach me how to dance reeeeaaaaaal slooooowww?

Bye, bye Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry

Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey in Rye

Singin' this'll be the day that I die

This'll be the day that I die

Now, for ten years we've been on our own

And moss grows fat on a rolling stone

But, that's not how it used to be

When the jester sang for the king and queen

In a coat he borrowed from James Dean

And a voice that came from you and me

Oh and while the king was looking down

The jester stole his thorny crown

The courtroom was adjourned

No verdict was returned

And while Lenin read a book on Marx

The quartet practiced in the park

And we sang dirges in the dark

The day the music died

We were singin'

Bye, bye Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry

Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey in Rye

Singin' this'll be the day that I die

This'll be the day that I die

Helter skelter in a summer swelter

The birds flew off with a fallout shelter

Eight miles high and falling fast

It landed foul on the grass

The players tried for a forward pass

With the jester on the sidelines in a cast

Now the half-time air was sweet perfume

While sergeants played a marching tune

We all got up to dance

Oh, but we never got the chance

Cause the players tried to take the field

The marching band refused to yield

Do you recall what was revealed

The day the music died?

We started singin'

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