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// Green Grass and Hay (The Ticket Master) 
// Story: Friendship is Poetry 
// by Loganberry 
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So, I can take one to the ball?
The Gala? I can't take them all?
I really can't make up my mind,
I really don't know how to find
The pony who deserves to go,
The pony who would rock the show.
It's really neither here nor there,
I can't decide the lucky mare!

It is a horrid thing to face,
I would not, could not, simply base
My answer on who is a friend:
That way lies trouble without end.
My mood increasingly is black:
I cannot even get a snack.
I do not like this way, you see.
I do not like it, Princess C.

So with my faithful dragon, Spike,
We run away fast as we like.
A teleport is needed then,
A teleport back to our den.
A letter to my teacher sent
But all at once, the air is rent
By a reply: "More tickets! LOL,
That was a laugh. Yours, Royal Troll."