No Name Poem
The ten year old,
Posing astride,
A dainty pony,
That is her pride.
"I love you, Rebel",
She said real soft.
Before she got sick.
Before she coughed.
Now the pony watches
For his little girl
The one that lays beneath
His slowly dying world.
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