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What My Cutie Mark is Telling Me, my own poniesWhat My Cutie Mark is Telling Me, my own ponies by PurpleAmharicCoffee
I can gladly consume coffee, but I cannot tell
All the beans apart just by shape, size or smell
I have to produce coffee- and possibly some tea
It's got to be my destiny, it's what my cutie mark is telling me...
I've got to make them fly, keep them in the air
Those blasted sky chariots, breaking everywhere
Doing all of that and keeping the garden clean
This has to be my destiny, it's what my cutie mark is telling me...
This brush it won't keep still, why can't I paint a face
The hands are awfully tricky, the numbers I misplace
But I must clock on, for time the world to see
I can't do this destiny but it's what my cutie mark is telling me...
I don't feel too bothered, painting is quite fun
Blending, smoothing, splashing, creating- I am on a run
I love to create portraits, of all regal ponies
I'm quite fond of my destiny and it's what my cutie mark is tellin