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one trick pony
one trick pony
the man was too corpulent to dress in lime green and lemon yellow
yet it was his colored grapefruit vest that identified him with the ponies
sometimes a man does what he must
there was no carousel
and only three tired ponies
guided in a well-trodden never-ending path
he called them his three-trick ponies
though there was only one trick:
the circle
it seems he never saw the sadness in their eyes
they stumbled in clockwise fashion,
lightweight kids straddling their under-fed skinny bodies
he dared not look into their eyes
and ignored their stumbling
each pony managed to stand on its own
as the others patiently waited
he remembered those days when he had stallions
beautiful tails swishing and mane blowing in the wind
now this
three stumbling ponies
'parched land does this,' he thought.
'when there is no water, there is no food.
this is what we have come to.'
as darkness approached
there were no kids to ride his ponies
he looked to the heavens and prayed for rain
looking down at his two ponies, tears filled his eyes.
the heaving breast of the fallen beast was stilled.
'no rain,' he lamented.
the man dressed in lime green pants and a lemon-yellow shirt
and grapefruit vest wept, praying for rain.
two ponies stood over one , dry parched land swirled
as did the clouds in heaven
tolbert
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wayne tolbert
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