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This mare is beloved by most of the fandom
Mismatching eyes set her apart
The fact that her eyes are never in tandem
Helped her win her way into our hearts
We gave her a daughter, and some give her two
Named Dinky and Sparkler as well
Some call her Derpy, some Ditzy Do
To her fresh baked muffins are swell
But sadly poor Derpy was not to last
She just didn’t know what went wrong
Some folks were outraged with the voice she was cast
And now our dear Ditzy is gone
Moving at the speed of sound
Nothing keeps this pony down
Loyal to the very end
Our ever faithful rainbow friend
Any danger she will face
She’ll stay with her friends anyplace
At times egotistical and rude
Sometimes brash and somewhat crude
But of this mare there is no doubt
She’s awesome as she flies about
The embodiment of entropy
Encased in a stone statue
Creating disorder no more
His battle is lost
This draconiquus does evil no more
He is now good
(Most of the time)
Friendship is magic
Pinkie’s totally wild
Of this you can be certain
She loves to party
Full of randomness
Pinkie sense precognition
A great foalsitter
The element of laughter
Loves to see you beam
Soarin' with Apples chapter 1
Chapter 1: A Vacation?
Hooves shoulder width apart.
Bend your knees.
Take a deep breath.
Now push off!
The light blue pegasus launched himself off the cloud he was standing on. He flapped his wings and went into an upward climb. Pointing his forehooves forward and extending his hind hooves back, he streamlined himself as his climb became vertical. Higher and higher he went, the air growing colder around him. When he saw his breath as fog coming from his nostrils, he took it as his signal.
He folded his wings, relishing the few seconds that his ascent slowed and he hung weightless in the air. He arched his back as gravity took over, putting himself into a nosedive. The wind whipped around him, his flight suit helping him cut through the air and his dark blue mane flowing.
Below him, the stack of grey, water laden clouds and the single black thunderhead he had set up earlier began to get bigger and bigger. As he fell, he accelerated. His view of the sky became d
Mammoth hooves, giant stature.
The essence of large does this stallion capture.
Calm nature, gentle voice.
Speaking in simple sentences by choice.
Muscular barrel, powerful kicks
He’s also quite good at mathematics
Protecting his family, running the farm
Under his watch they’ll never see harm
Pulling a plow by his wooden yoke.
All the mares swoon when they see this bloke
Who is a pony so powerful and great
With her star-studded cape and her hat
Who is the mare everyone used to hate
But now they think better than that
Once prideful and mean
Her ego obscene
Had the temper of a mean cat
Now she’s made amends
and has many friends
She’s much better now where she’s at
Wibbley wobbley, timey wimey
Your jaw will hit the floor
When you see the amazing things
The Doctor has in store
He’ll have you running round and round
His adventures are never a bore
But if you see a weeping angel
Then get back in that TARDIS door
He’s always there to save the day
In the future or days of yore
Unless he has been Discorded
For then he’s brave no more
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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