Mahogany Horse
She gave it to me in nineteen eighty-five.
It was a beautiful mahogany horse.
Careless and clumsy, I dropped it on the floor.
In a blow, its leg was broken by the force.
I tried and failed to fix it so many times,
But where it broke at first, it would break again,
And so, my precious horse could no longer stand.
It laid sideways on my shelf to my chagrin.
Then one happy day in twenty twenty-four,
I took it to where I met three helpful men
In the Leisure World woodshop by Clubhouse One.
Now my gallant horse stands whole and proud again.
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