Finehorn came from Norway, Reno and Cleone/ She dumped us on our asses, then she carried all we own/ For 5 longs weeks she trudged along, stalwart ‘neath the pack/ Till one fine morning she allowed the Gryphon on her back/ Esparto, California was where she saw the light/ She’s the magic of our mornings and the one we trust at night.
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