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About a confused unicorn.
My unicorn, all head no horn,
It wondered everyday.
It tried its best, beat every test,
yet its horn had gone away.
His magic dead, gone from his head,
he could not understand.
Trotting here, full of fear,
he'd seen most all the land.
He came to me, scared but free,
I could not believe my eyes.
'It can't be', but I could see
this thing and hear its cries.
I was confused, so I mused,
but then I thought, 'Of course!!!'
This unicorn, all head no horn,
was just a bloody horse.
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