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NOTE: Below are all the poems I’ve written (both the good and the bad). Formatting is as such:
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Scootaloo’s Flight
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8 Among the winds, butterflies float
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8 Across the air as I stand from
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8 The ground, staring up as they dance
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8 Freely in the sky. Swooping low,
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8 They flit about and brush my coat,
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8 Ushering me to play, to come
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8 With them. I would, but there’s no chance
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8 I can fly, I’ve tried and I know
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8 It wasn’t meant to be. It’s fine,
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8 Though, so fly and fly nearby your
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8 Friends as I lie under this tree.
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8 And please, say a hello for me.
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Post # >>36079789
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This poem was my very first pony poem.
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Rainbow’s Love Poem
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He’s tall, handsome, and makes me feel good,
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As what any cool stallion like Anon should!
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Not that I like him... or anything like that,
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It’s totally cool, though, if he gives me pats.
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And maybe scritches, behind the ears, too,
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But no one will know that, not even who,
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ESPECIALLY if it’s the most awesomest pony in all of Ponyville!!!
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Anyways... he’s totally cool and totally chill.
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He even says I’m ‘totally tubular,’ I mean, who does this?
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I love him so much, I just want his kiss.
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Post # >>36241270
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This poem was made with the idea of how I thought Rainbow would write love poetry.
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Amidst the Clouds
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10 As I lie atop a cloud, I wonder
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10 If I’m soaring or floating in the sky
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10 While I watch from above as he walks by.
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10 Though only I can tell, within my chest
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10 My heart’s beating faster than I can fly
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10 And I have no idea as to why.
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10 Beneath me, he strolls along as I stare.
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10 Longing for more, longing for love, I sigh.
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10 He said his hello, and tells me goodbye.
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Post # >>36241270
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This poem was made with the goal of writing something proper in lieu of the poem above.
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Lonely Mayor Mare
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10 Approving directives, assigning roles
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10 Signing requests, bills, and wading through scrolls.
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10 And throughout the night, checking the town’s tolls
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10 While other ponies are home with their foals.
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10 With all the days, the years that’s gone and past,
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10 Oh my, how the years went by, passing fast,
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10 I remember that I’m one of the last
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8 Of my friends, of my family.
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8 I finish the night with a grin,
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8 As I think about memories
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8 Of when I was a filly and
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8 My parents had filled me with joy.
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Post # >>36241387
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I’m not very proud of this poem primarily due to both the tonal and metrical shift at the end of stanza two to the last stanza. I was attempting to intentionally cause that shift to make it sound jarring, however, I don’t think it adds onto the quality of the poem. Oh well.
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Fulvius Stellus Loves his Mare
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5 Love, oh love of mine,
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6 Oh how your eyes do shine
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5 From the blazing sun
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6 Of my heart. How I pine
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5 After such a mare
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6 As you, with chestnut hair.
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5 My mind often runs
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6 With thoughts of us, a pair.
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Post # >>36241923
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Nothing to add other than to pay homage to the OG chad.
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Curious Verity
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8 Showered in the rays of sunlight,
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8 A lone filly galloped forward.
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8 Her small hooves stomped upon the ground
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8 As her eyes shimmered with glee, hope.
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8 She neared the end of the clearing
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8 Panting, her coat glistened with sweat.
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8 Leaping, she pierced the underbrush
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8 And landed upon soft soil.
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8 Shakily, she lowered herself
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8 To the cool, grassy forest floor.
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8 Her vision shook, and when it calmed,
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8 Something flew onto her muzzle.
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8 Her nose tickled and she sneezed,
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8 Sending the butterfly up high.
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8 She rubbed a hoof along her nose
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8 As the monarch hovered in front.
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8 “Sorry!” she yelled with a smile,
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8 And the monarch landed again
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8 Atop her nose, lightly flapping
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8 Its wings before settling down.
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8 “Oh, um, hi.” she quietly spoke,
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8 “You’re really cute, do you know that?”
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8 It fluttered its wings, and again,
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8 She sneezed, but the monarch flew up.
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8 Blinking, she wondered where it went
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8 Until she felt her mane rustled.
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8 “I think I’ll call you Sir Monarch!”
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8 And from her mane popped Sir Monarch.
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8 The two travelled forward and found
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8 A patch of lilacs, bright violet.
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8 A grumble came from the filly,
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8 Thick drool slipping down from her mouth.
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8 “Verity!” Anon had called out,
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8 His voice drawing near, “It’s lunchtime!”
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8 “Anon, look!” Verity shouted,
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8 Pointing at her mane, “He’s my friend.”
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8 Anon gazed upon Sir Monarch
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8 And a smile formed on his lips.
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8 “You’re both adorable, sweetie,”
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8 He chuckled as he scooped them up.
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8 “Now, let’s go home,” he said, whisking
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8 Them away, running as she laughed.
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I couldn’t not do a poem of /our/girl. Also, a song that I’m thinking of at the moment: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qEztui18cA8 [My Girl- The Temptations]
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Lyra Steals Anon’s Oats
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8 Plopping down in my comfy chair
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8 With a glass of cider, I sat
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8 Listening to the chirps, ribbits
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8 And other wildlife outside
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8 When a knock sounded from my door.
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8 ‘For what purpose could this knock be?’
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8 I thought, mulling over what could
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8 Possibly warrant a visit
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8 As the warmth of sweet apples filled
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8 My soul, soothing me to the core.
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8 From the door came a thump and thud
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8 I have never heard once before
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8 So I stood with my ass quite sore
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8 And strode to the window as more
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8 Drums, beats and raps came from my door.
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8 I pulled the curtains aside and
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8 Gasped at the sight of this mare for
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8 I knew her, yet her purpose nor
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8 Her goal I knew, but to ignore
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8 Her presence is a greater chore.
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8 ‘Anon,’ she called, ‘open your door
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8 ‘For you’re the hyooman I adore
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8 ‘The most! Oh, you make my heart soar
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8 ‘And want! I beseech, no, implore
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8 ‘For you to please open this door!’
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8 My breathing stilled and my thoughts stopped
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8 When she peeked through the glass, I dropped.
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8 ‘Anon!’ she screamed, leaving the door
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8 To watch as I laid on the floor.
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8 ‘My love will grow forevermore
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8 ‘With your head pats, belly rubs or
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8 ‘Ear scritches. I swear it,’ she swore.
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8 ‘Leave me be, foul wench!’ I roared,
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8 ‘Begone you filthy cuddle whore!’
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8 Her eyes hardened with that of war.
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8 Her horn glistened and magic poured
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8 Onto my fragile, feeble door.
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8 Wood splintered while the hinges tore
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8 From the thin frame. I was done for
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8 As she left to search, to explore
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8 Amidst the debris of decor.
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8 My vision swirled and filled with black.
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8 When I awoke, I was in bed
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8 And when I checked the living room,
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8 All was intact, clean and pristine.
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8 I sighed heavily, ‘T’was a dream!’
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8 I exclaimed when my stomach churned.
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8 With the sunlight outside, breakfast
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8 Was on my mind, so I went to
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8 The pantry to retrieve oatmeal.
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8 As I opened the door, I gasped
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8 At the small note with Lyra’s name.
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4 The oats were gone.
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4 The oats, no more.
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Post # >>36309517
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This one took some time, and I’m pretty happy with the result. Lyra truly is a devious little shid.
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A Mailmare’s Course
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8 Gliding along the lukewarm air,
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7 Her feathers brushing cobble,
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8 She flew and flew without a care
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7 And caused a stack to topple.
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9 Chocolate spheres’n’cookie tears tumbled
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8 To the ground. A vanilla disc,
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8 Which was amiss, against a stall
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2 It wound.
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9 Cracking sounds and splintered wood gave the
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7 Mare a fright, but when she sighed,
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7 Her flowers died, and gave her
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3 Quite the sight.
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8 With sweets in ruins, flowers too,
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7 Sweetie Drops and Roseluck wept,
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8 But when the stall had bid adieu,
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7 The flowers and wood had leapt.
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9 It crashed against another stall and
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8 One by one, they went. One applause,
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8 From Discord’s paws, encouraged their
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2 Descent.
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9 Chaos came’n’chaos went. Now there’s
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7 Nothing left. A crowd had formed
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7 Around the deformed remnants,
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3 All bereft.
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10 ‘Sorry’ Derpy cried, sorrow on her face,
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5 And off she flew to
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5 Finish her route since
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6 She had to keep her pace.
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Not much to say other than I had fun writing this one.
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Cherry’s First Flight
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10 Her basket flipped and sheets laid out, she huffed
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10 And ran a hoof along her mane with glee.
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10 She grabbed a tool about her side and puffed
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10 Some air, and with delight, her eyes did see
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10 Her masterpiece inflate that’d lead to flight.
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10 She turned a valve and felt a gust of gas
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10 Seep out the spout and rushed to cause a spark
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10 And light a flame. With pride, she had her pass
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10 Of confirmation to move on. The park
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10 Was dead, no ponies near. The time was right.
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10 She flipped her basket back upright and filled
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10 Her parachute to full, untied the rope
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10 That held her down and lifted to the sky.
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11 Down beneath the clouds she saw the fields pass by
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10 As pegasi flew close to shout their hi’s.
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The original idea was for it to be focused on taking in the scenery, but I figured Cherry’s first flight would be better.
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