My best friend isn’t what you would call “normal.”
You may think it’s crazy that he would be considered a best friend,
But I think not.
Even when people are mean,
Sun will still shine when my best friend is there to comfort me.
Two legged not, my friend has four.
Four muscular legs to carry me far away from my troubles.
Rearing with his silky mane,
I believe he’s the only thing that keeps me sane.
Every day becomes great with my best friend there.
Never could people get me down.
Dawn allows me to go ride my best friend, Blitz
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Poetry
PoetryWhatever poems I make and get around to posting on here. note: They are all original and NO ONE can copy them without my permission. Same goes with me stories.
