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The Ponies in the Poppies















  The Ponies in the Poppies 


By:  Isabelle Frehner








There are ponies in the poppies,

But there's one with a black-brown mane,

Who had been strolling in the grasses,

Waiting for the midday train,



She does it every morning,

And every week at that,

I see it as I walk to school,

And when I pat the Greever's cat,



One day I heard a distant 'toot!'

And the sound of thundering hooves,

It seemed as though the pony wondered,

Just how the big thing moves,



Today I saw to my surprise,

That the pony was not there,

But she was playing, romping and eating,

With a tall black-brown mare!




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