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The day had happened to be quite sunny.
Then it began to rain and I found it less than funny.
It was at the bus stop I sat.
I had no umbrella, just a simple hat.
For hours and hours I had to wait.
The night came and it was getting fairly late.
I grumbled and shivered, soaked to the bone!
'Twas then I suddenly felt as if I weren't alone.
An old man had come to be next to me.
Where he came from I could not see.
He asked of me a most peculiar thing.
He wanted a story, which I found most baffling!
I thought I might oblige him any who.
There was nothing else I could think to do.
I related a tale I heard as a young lad.
It was told to me by my grandad.
The story of the Pooka, a creature my grandad claimed to have met.
It came out after the rain when the sun had finally set.
By tradition he said it took the shape of a dark horse with luminous gold eyes.
However, of a rabbit, dog, goat, or even old man it could also take the guise.
You would not believe the old coot!
He actually tried to ride
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