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Pony, My Friend
Years ago I met him. Soft, beautiful, so cute he was, With tiny eyes, lying on the grass, In my garden in a chilly morn, Pony, a little pup was born. Knowing not where his mother went, To take him up, down I bent. From that day on, together we grew, He was among my friends a few. In a deep voice he used to bark, Had twinkling eyes, pitch dark! He followed me everywhere blindly, Flirting his tail, up and down the park. His reddish fur had a special shine, He was special, he was mine. A street dog, a sweet one, We played and ran and had so much fun! Yet, he was but of the street, So just as wish one could treat! One day a boy a stone did throw, It hit his leg and he bit him so. The boy's tears all could see, His fears? His blood? None but me. But somehow I too had been mean, I judged him, his pain went unseen. How rude...how rude I had been! So without any how and why, I believed in the wicked guy. And from my garden threw him out, First time ever at him did shout. He too was hurt, I knew it well, As he licked my feet, his tears fell... Firmly...I asked him to leave, he would be back soon, I believed. But his heart was sored to its deepest depth, So, looking down he slowly left... Something was going on in his mind, Even for once he didn't look behind... Disappeared he, as I saw, Limping sadly down the lane... And......... I never saw him again.....
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