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Nov 2016
A Horse so beautiful and rare to see;
What is it called and where could it be?
On its head it has a horn,
Oh yes, I remember! It’s called a unicorn.

They are mostly white;
Or of a color that is bright.
Are they seen in the night?
Or do they prefer the daylight?

Such mysterious creatures.
With majestic features.
Take a look and you’ll see all sorts of things;
Like beautiful wings.

We know not what you mean,
Nor where they can be seen.
Well, so it may seem,
Until you meet them in a dream!
Píaras Ó Cíonnaoíth
Written by
Píaras Ó Cíonnaoíth  Ireland
(Ireland)   
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