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>>And when you look at Steph's picture.. And of course this is how Khruschev and I look at the end of a 100 mile ride :) I have to share this poem that a friend wrote - it's sweet and corny and fun. (Gold Hill is the mountain behind our house - and the 'author's name is Ann). Gold Hill Woman By Annonymous & Friends I think that I shall never see A rider swift as our Stephie A gal whose lower legs are prest 'Round Khruschev's more than willing chest Across the Hill of Gold she wings She has no time for other things! And on that Hill of Gold they train No matter weather - wind or rain Endurance is the race to run On Krusty's back it can be done This horse that may in Paris fair Be Number One without a care Bad poems are made by fools like me But Steph is on USET!
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