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Gift of Gold
I'm carrying a Celtic name
Yet never bothered to.
Try to understand leprechauns
And why I collect shoes?
I do not find them near creepy
For I'm as small as them
Mischievous but Precious souls
In dreams they make me grin.
Rainbow's are earth's sacred vision
A miracle of hope
Genius they store big pots of gold
At the end so remote
Some say their an evil spirit
I disagree with pride
Their humorous , very smart
Lucky creatures , green eyes.
Anybody from Ireland
Possesses traits above
If you happen to cross their path
You'll be certain God's love.
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