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A Pony Tale...

 

In the valley by the rippling creek

arose a stench, a crippling reek;

 

the whirring wings of a dragonfly

hovered next to a flagon dry.

 

On the stone banks lay a bony pile,

the rotting remains of pony bile;

 

the horse had drunk the flagon dry

when offered it by the dragonfly.

 

Not quite dead the horse drew breath

narrowly missing a cruel brew death;

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