pony
typhoid nowhere near a tiger
(things to get:
christmas lights
entranceway curtain
a pony
sewing kit
blue suede shoes) 		000221
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Josh Lamb I WANT A PONY!!!!
AND A POWER RANGER AND A TRUMPET AND A DRUM AND A HORSIE Ajhlakjfsadlkfjga 		011107
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Zed One of my friends uses pony as a slang term for not very good.

It's really funny.

If he doesn't like a film, he'll say, "That film was really 'pony'!"

It's great. 		021113
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RegentLion if i had a boat, i'd go out on the ocean, and
if i had a pony, i'd ride him on my boat... 		040330
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pete Pony Man by Gordon Lightfoot (I know the shame of quoting an entire song that makes me think of ponies!)

When it’s midnight on the meadow
And the cats are in the shed
And the river tells a story
At the window by my bed
If you listen very closely
Be as quiet as you can
In the yard you’ll hear him
It is the pony man
We’re always there to greet him
When he tumbles into town
He leads a string of ponies
Some are white and some are brown
And they never seem to kick or bite
They only want to play
And they live on candy apples
Instead of oats and hay

And when we’re all assembled
He gives a soft command
And we climb aboard our ponies
As in a row the stand
Then down the road we gallop
And across the fields we fly
And soon we all go sailing off
Into the midnight sky

And as we gaily rock along
Beside a ripplin’ sea
There’s tom ’n dick ’n sally
And mary joe and me
And the pony man is leading
Cause he’s travelled here before
And he gives a whoop and a holler
At mr. moon’s front door

And as we stop to rest a while
Where the soda river glides
Up to the slip comes a pirate ship
To take us for a ride
And the pony man’s the captain
And the children are the crew
And we go in search of treasure
And laugh the whole night through

And when the hold is filled with gold
And the sails begin to strain
And the deck’s piled high with apple pie
We head for port again
And down the whirling starcase
So swift our ponies fly
And we’re safely in our beds again
When the sunbeams kiss the sky

When it’s midnight on the meadow
And the cats are in the shed
And the river tells a story
At the window by my bed
If you listen very closely
Be as quiet as you can
In the yard you’ll hear him
It is the pony man 		040330
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Palindrony You can canter, can't you? 071114
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