the sky with no clouds The heat was hot and the ground was dry But the air was full of sound I've been through the desert on a horse with no name
the Clydesdale, the Percheron vie with the Shire on his feathers floating Hauling soft timber into the dusk to bed on a warm straw coating. Heavy Horses
Clydesdale, the Percheron vie with the Shire on his feathers floating Hauling soft timber into the dusk to bed on a warm straw coating. Heavy Horses
Du musst jetzt bei mir bleiben, Hilde. Zwanzig Jahre sind zu viel. Meine Haare werden dunner. Du verlorst dein Sex-Appeal. Wir wissen zuviel voneinander