Sleigh
In the morning, that night was gone
I hooflesed my horses
One by one, a meadow at the time
So no one knew when the peak was tremored in gallops
Where pegasuses had needless wings
But I did, didn’t I?
Tobogganing on icy souls
Eventually covered by snow
White, why not
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