the coral stallion with the cracked blue eye



"Cassie, which pony do you want to ride?"

"The coral stallion with the cracked blue eye!"

"Give Daddy the light saber, and I'll make the pony fly!"

"Higher than the sky, Daddy?"

"As high as you can fly!"

four years ago, a wish to a fountain
was made for a daughter, but he threw
in a dime because he knew some day
he'd need the quarter.

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