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Pony Tails belong on Ponies, And yet she still insists, To have one on her head Swept back in utility bliss. From there she can study And run her errands Paint paper, not her hair And hide away split ends In truth it is beautiful, Even if it is just function, For finding ways to live a dream, Really takes some gumption.
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May 9, 2017
May 9, 2017 at 9:02 AM UTC
Horsing Around
Pony Tails belong on Ponies, And yet she still insists, To have one on her head Swept back in utility bliss. From there she can study And run her errands Paint paper, not her hair And hide away split ends In truth it is beautiful, Even if it is just function, For finding ways to live a dream, Really takes some gumption.
Messing around one night challenging a friend to write about the most random things we could think of. I got pony tails but probably ended up writing about them.
Tasman
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May 9, 2017
May 9, 2017 at 9:02 AM UTC
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