A Wooden Horse
One little boy had one wooden toy
A horse with just one eye
To avoid the mockery
With a deep sigh
The boy hid the toy.
He grew into a young man
No toys to be had
The memory still in him
No mockery to anyone
Words turned into actions
and Now the one eyed horses
will be hid no more
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