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// Ode to Zecora 
// Story: The Spike Poem Anthology II 
// by Zephyr Spark 
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Zecora’s magic craft is potion drafts
She lives to help and light our paths.
Her mane sings black and white like chimes.
Her wisdom flows through seas of rhymes.
No doctor knows more magic drinks
No pony knows her past methinks.
The Everfree’s her cottage house. Her home
Is here with us. She’s a part of our small home.