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Friday 15 April 2016

My Little Pony


Once I had a little pony. 

He I would ride all through the day. 

And sometimes I would, also, ride him through the night. 

He was just the right height. 

And just as rightly


not too wide. 

With him between 

my clinging thighs 

we would fly. 

He had somewhat of a temper.


Alas, sometimes, he would bite. 

But I still loved him dearly

and his bites 

were, to me, 

him merely


playing. 

Juicy and sweet 

red apples 

I would give 

him to eat.


I loved to watch him bite. 

At the sight I would just grin. 

To see the juice run 

down his chin. 

Everyday I would have to


give him what he liked. 

Apples in the day

and 

apples in the night. 

Or else my little pony

Would be ready to fight. 



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