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Enter Poem or Quote (Required) The origin of the unicorn begin's in A time and habitat where we did not live in In Another Galaxy it could have been in Or in an unexplored magical dimension It was a land overflowing with milk and honey Pure and abundant was it's skillful offspring Enchanted with a forest that lulls you to sleep With it's down reaching hum stemming from the trees The little creatures were cordial and could speak The streams of life were the preachers of the peace The fireflies dancing a mild ballet at night Would arouse even the most dormant soul to sing But it was unicorns that governed the land and so to say put everything under one's wing A unicorn was considered the horse of the God's It had the chiseled structure of a steeled spartan It's horn holstered the power of a lighting rod Sporting a mane as majestic as a mountain and When it bucked on its hoofs the earth stood still in awe They spent years on this planet protecting our spot Behind the scenes in old men's wars they fought But it was in the hidden rainbows with gold pots Where their undisturbed and placid image was copped Now its unfortunate we do not seem them nowadays mainly because they did not embark on noah's ark and all the CO-2 in the atmosphere we sprayed means their world no longer remains and Now their remains are just horses with no horns and no potential to fly, so all they do is eat hay, ride and race and when they die we just assume to make them into glue JK! Happy Birthday! * P.D. Unicorn Poem contest
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