black gypsy

I was around pacing their by the end of the race there will be so many deaths they weren't counting on the new horse even though black Gypsy was in third place has the gunshot the horses took off and black Gypsy made them look like a disgrace the sound of the thundering hooves kicking up dust around the track was all that echoed as erase came to an end black Gypsy crossed the line slow down to a halt and then head bowed the audience now set hypnotized. wondering the horses sir mastermind. written by Rhonda Kendrick