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One fine day, I was napping 'neath an oak tree, When something tickled and woke me. I peeked thru tired lids and what did I see? A velvety muzzle that had nuzzled me. Proud head, sleek body and sweeping wings, A whicker, a nicker and a musical neigh, Up I jumped and ran to his side, To the clouds we flew on a steady beat, All too soon this waking dream was done. |
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