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Golden Dreams
The Leprechaun. . Run, run, run as fast as you can... I'm still gonna get you, my little green man... I grabbed on to the gold buckle on his waist... I held him down, with no time to waste... I tied The Leprechaun to a hollow tree, Broke off a branch and poked him on the knees. I kept on poking him with a stick. I kept nagging him to reveal his magic trick. This little shamrock kid would not break. He kept insisting THE LEPRECHAUN legend was fake. This little odd dwarf kept lying about his mythical pot of gold. I kept repeating all the stories I've been told.. Nagging him and nagging him~ FOR HIS POT OF GOLD! He lied, about the fables, telling me his gold does not exist... The Leprechaun refused to hear the clover list... **** It's been 7 days! And, still he won't give up, what's at the end of the rainbow. Tickling his little Eskimo toes, Running feathers underneath his nose. "Look you little green treasure troll, I've captured you, and demand the gold!" "You won't get me with your tricks!" "So don't even try to outwit me with your silly MAGIC!" I suppose his silver-tongue, will have to do, And the little gold buckles on his shoe. I got tired of trying to make him see, my point of view. I got a better deal and trade for a monkey at the zoo. Now the lions are enjoying a Pot of Leprechaun Stew. After All! Nothing I did, made him unfold. All I wanted was his pot of gold! by;pd
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