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Oh how in our childlike hearts still we mourn
the passing of the Unicorn.
Of gentle beauty and infinite grace,
a creature unfit for our worlds pace.
Yet Wait! For who's to say?
Perhaps even now in some far distant forest glade,
there still moves quietly in the cool and leafy shade.
That timeless creature of a golden age,
that spirit of a shining dawn,
that magic beast, the Unicorn.
(author unknown)
This beautiful gift was just sent to me
by a dear friend for my 51st birthday...
Thank you, Soaring Spirit for helping to make my birthday
so special !
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