Poem 24, Leprechauns
Poem 24, Leprechauns
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At the end of the rainbow
There sits a shining pot.
Filled to the brim with golden pieces
The type that’s worth a lot.
Leprechauns dance through their routines
Turns and twists with merry bliss
Clothed in green, a happy scene
Before your eyes unfolds.
If you reach the rainbow
And this pot do you find,
Make sure you ask quite nicely,
And your rewards may be divine.
poem by vince III tamani
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