Meeting the Real Leprechaun
I met him in a forest deep in the black forest woods.
Unassuming and silent, he stood as a leprechaun should.
Sparkles in his eye reminded me of the gold I had seen.
Just last night in my reoccurring Irish loving dream.
I said hello and he gave me a slight nod of his head.
I wondered if he was a phantom, alive or dead.
Twinkles in his eyes made me scurry promptly away.
Imagine running into a leprechaun on St. Paddy’s day!
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