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Rated: E · Poetry · Holiday · #2215659
Meeting Ace the Leprechaun
I thought I saw a Leprechaun,
but in a flash he was gone,
he disappeared like a streak of light
flashing across the sky at night.

The only things he left behind,
was my agitated mind,
and arch of a bright rainbow
that seemed to glitter and to glow.

I tried to find the rainbow's end,
but only found myself penned
in a box canyon deep
with a herd of angora sheep.

"Erin Begorrah! What do you want?"
Came a voice thin and gaunt..
Turning around, I came face-to-face
with a Leprechaun called Ace.

Angora wool was his pot of gold,
and on the world market he sold
it for a premium price
under the brand name Edelweiss.

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