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SELDOM SEEN Far across the ocean, wide and deep, I met some friends that I will keep. They dressed in green with tall hats each, Had temperments sweet as a peach. Each of them had a pot of gold, The youngest to the very old. With job to keep that was unbound, Each had his pot there on the ground. Then came a man down from the town and stole a pot without a sound. I tripped him up as he walked by, Told the small guy “no need to cry”. I had to leave, come on back home, No more with Leprechauns to roam. New friendship, Loyalty and love, Showered on me from up above. I got it there in Ireland green, With little people seldom seen. Couplet 18 lines 8 syllables each. 03/08/11 Monty
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