At the Endof the Rainbow
There is a rainbow at the end of an old oak tree
There is not any ribbons, bows, or gold, but it is free
It is only for me
for my eyes to see
It contents remains a mystery
It is something that has been down in history
So I looked one day and I found an old picture
It made me so much richer
Copyright © Jamie White | Year Posted 2016
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