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Unicorns
Some are born with wings,
Some are born without,
But they all have a horn,
That's no doubt.
Some say that they are a myth,
Others say they are real,
Some say that they are sacred,
To others, no big deal.
In the skies and mountains,
Live many different kinds,
Could be in a fairy tale,
Or just in our minds.
They're said to be enchanted,
Graceful, gallant, and free,
Able to soar the heavens,
In peaceful serenity.
If you keep searching rainbows,
And watch the sky,
Keep your heart and mind open,
The unicorn might be by.
© 2000 Gary Crain
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