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Tuffs Song

As the winter wind is blowing
Across the South Dakota skies
The storm reflex a dismal scene 
In a little ponies eyes
Another night settles in
As he lays upon the ground
Hoping someone thinks of him
But there's no one around

Will the morning rain bring the pain
Of another day of hunger
His eyes grow dim from the pain within
His mind begins to wonder
Of a better place of pastures green
Of sunshine and good weather
A ponies dream of lakes and streams
Of a life that's so much better.

His name is Tuff
And he's had enough
Things only could get better
But the rain keeps pouring down 
As he lays upon the ground
The wind blows cold
And he couldn't get much wetter

Will the morning rain bring the pain
Of another day of hunger
His eyes grow dim from the pain within
His mind begins to wonder
Of a better place of pastures green
Of sunshine and good weather
A ponies dream of lakes and streams
Of a life that's so much better.

His name is Tuff
And he's had enough
Things only could get better
But the rain keeps pouring down 
As he lays upon the ground
The wind blows cold
And he couldn't get much wetter

He lays alone, his fate unknown
On a South Dakota night
And if you listen to the winter wind
You can hear the pony cry

BMI  11377575
Ron Puskarich
Copyright  2008
Casara Publishing