Sad Unicorn

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By jwhwz

This is a very sad unicorn; For, he was born without a horn. No one believes he's magical; Of bologna, other horses think he's full. Without a horn, he looks like all of the other ponies; Everyone just thinks he's a phony. Until, one night when he is seen with sparkles around him; His magic spell has finally found him. But, it is only seen by the stars; That won't get him very far. For all of the other animals are asleep; And, no one is making a peep. The unicorn thinks he is dreaming; And, he really feels like screaming. So, he looks up into the night sky; And makes a wish on a shooting star that he could fly. His wish is granted, and he's a horned pegasus; Where other animals never make a fuss. Because they know that he has magic; Now his life is wonderful and no longer tragic.

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