A St. Patrick’s Day poem.
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There is a pot of gold,
at the end of the rainbow.
Lots of treasure it must hold,
sparkling coins in the sun’s glow.
Leprechauns guard their treasure,
keeping it safe and sound.
Much riches it does measure,
there is plenty to go around.
The rainbow is a colorful arch,
such a beautiful sight to see.
It appears in the month of March,
and close by leprechauns will be.
Guarding their pot of gold so big,
while dancing to the Irish Jig.
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