Answer:
Thirty white horses on a red hill, First they champ, Then they stamp, Then they stand still.
Only one color, but not one size. Stuck at the bottom, yet easily flies. Present in sun, but not in rain. Doing no harm, and feeling no pain.
I have a face, yet no senses. But I don't really care, because time is of the essence.
Beautiful girls strut and sexy men 'do their little turn' on this.
What goes up but never comes down?
Why can't Kevin, who is now living in Canada, not be buried in the USA?