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Our skin is soft and sparkly
Our hair is made from rainbows
We poop colorful magic
And visit children in their dreams

Our origins will be forever unknown
How we are born
And how our life comes to an end

We may not be fierce like dragons
Or clever like dragons
We don't harbor a pot of gold
Or fly with the fairies

Instead, we eat candy
And poop rainbow magic
We aren't of any use
But are loved anyway

I'm glad to be a unicorn
And would never want to change

Reminds me of a friend who had a friend that didn't seem of any use to me,but she loved him anyway...nice one:)