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// 16 - My Darling Asleep (sonnets) 
// Story: Ponyville & Other Poems 
// by AugieDog 
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                      His

I wake in darkness long before the dawn
And turn to kiss my darling still asleep.
Downstairs the ovens seem to stretch a yawn,
Alive and warm with promises to keep.

I stir the doughs and batters, make them rise,
Deliver donuts, muffins, scones, eclairs,
Croissants and biscuits perfect to my eyes,
Displayed to wait for hungry ponies' stares.

The morning rush arrives, and Pinkie, too:
She takes the shop so I can tend the foals.
It's breakfast, baths, and playing peek-a-boo
Until my darling's there with luncheon bowls.

Together then till dusk replaces day—
Which means it's time for me to hit the hay.

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                         Hers

I wake at noon, their laughter in my ears.
Exuberant with joy, it fills my heart
And props me up while causing any fears
My dreams had held to instantly depart.

I bring their luncheon bowls to shouts of joy,
The time we have together all too brief.
Below, the shop calls out, so we deploy
While Pinkie comes upstairs as our relief.

Each afternoon and ev'ning flashes past
With spouse and foals abed when supper ends.
Desserts go briskly till I close at last,
Preparing all the morning's proper blends.

I set the doughs and batters out to steep,
Then nestle with my darling fast asleep.