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Clara
Poems
Apr 5
Friends Who Don’t Speak the same Language
I ran out of the house in such a hurry,
Put some carrots in my pockets and began to scurry
Not there with the hay,
Near far out in the snow a shadow of fuzz, would lay
On the journey I began,
Through the snow and the trees,
Nothing could prepare me
Little did I know,
The further I would go
Soon before me was my best friend,
All alone, tears ran down my face,
I laid his head on my lap and began to embrace
Never could you ever hope never pray or wish,
To be there with your best friends body alone in the sticks
As tears wiped from my eyes into a pile,
I began to smile,
As this isn't goodbye it was simply,
See you in a while
I poem about that special bond.
#horses
#animals
#friendships
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Clara
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