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Thanks for fave'ing back, and thanks for understanding my prediciment.
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A fave for a fave. I thank you back for your continued support.
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You are most welcome!
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Thank you for the fav on
Disability ComplexThe bus stop is full of people
I take this bus
EveryΒ
Day
The benches at the stop
Are full
I think nothing of it
I stand and wait
A touch on my arm
Do you want to sit here?
A woman, standing, her seat free
I stare at her
Oh.
Sure.
I say and take the seat
Because I don't want to embarrass her
I sit and can't stop thinking
Why did she give me the seat?
Suddenly, my crooked legs
The limp in my step
Like a neon sign
Disabled
Dis-abled
Dis ability
Is that why she gave me the seat?
I don't need it
I can stand.
She was trying to be kind
Is it
Kind?
I sat because I didn't know what to say
What would happen if I said no?
Why did she give me the seat.
Was it kindness?
She doesn't know
That my legs give me no pain
She doesn't know
I can stand just fine
She doesn't know
She only saw the limp
I forget
Sometimes
About the limpΒ
I sit in the seat she gave me
Because she doesn't know if I need it or not
And I wonder
Why no one else has ever offered me a seat before
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It's a nice poem. Considering one of my main OC's is dis-abled, I found it assisting to my collection in inspiration.
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Thank you very much!
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I am so very honored that you liked my sad, if true, poem so much.Β Did you look over my poems of centaurs?Β Thank you.
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I read the poem about the stallion. Very thoughtful. I'll be sure to keep an eye out for more poems from you.
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I'm so glad you liked it, and chose to honor it.Β Β
You MIGHT like:
Centaur on a HillI pause, at sunset, on a hill,
And watch the sky turn dark, and still,
I swish my tail, thoughtfully,
And think about eternity.
Each moment will not come again,
Or will they, someday? Β If so, when?
I shift my weight, adjust my hooves,
And notice how the world moves.
I learn, I age, gain, and the price,
I profit by, and give advice.
There's grey in certain parts of me,
A treasure-trove, of memory.
There's lovers held, and races won,
There's things both well, and badly done.
I can be proud, I should be meek,
I grow more thoughtful, when I speak.
And yet, I watch the foals at play,
I hear the things their mothers say,
And smile, in secret, and stand guard,
No, keeping to myself's not hard.
I've old friends scented, in the breeze,
And new friends met, to pass at ease
A lazy hour in drink, and song,
And such an hour is not long.
I feel, still, something lies ahead,
Good books to be obtained, and read.
Old knowledge found, and brought to light,
And poems and tales I'm meant to write.
An
and...
SkittishClumsy of hands, clumsy of hooves,
Clumsy of tongue, all of which proves
That I've no chance to match your grace,
Your beauty, both of mind and face.
I'm strong of back, and strong of will,
My breathing's sound, and yet, and still
You are no rock my strength can move,
I feel that I've so much to prove.
Unsure of mind, unsure of plan.
I want to do what yet I can
To make my person fit for you,
And I've no clue what I should do.
My pelt is dusty from my toil,
My tail's matted, flecked with soil,
My sweat has left a tell-tale scent
And each day's ending finds me spent.
I'm shy of gaze, and shy of voice,
I scent you, shy, and yet rejoice
That, though unseen, you yet draw near,
And then I'm scared that you'll appear.
I'm long of leg, strong in my gait,
And patient, and not overweight.
I'm faithful, loving, gentle, too.
But how could I be fit for you?
You see me here, you head this way,
Your path is clear, you do not stray!
And what is this? Β You take my hand?
I'll take what I can't unde
I am greatly honored by your continuing interest in my work. Thank you.Β And I see that you did like those, thank you kindly.Β There are at least two more--funnier poems.
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Thank you so much for the fav on my interpretation of Chiron as a Persona!
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Hey, I want to check in with you about your comic. Are you planning to continue it?
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Yes I do plan to continue it.
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Thank you for 
Mature Content
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You're welcome. Great work on an adorable and unique taur pose.
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