June 24, 2008
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Reading a good book today
Lying on my hammock
A little man runs by me
In green the shade of shamrocks

Swiftly sprinting past my feet
I don’t just stare in awe
I quickly leap up, running hard
Then recognize my flaw

Where the Leprechaun has gone
I cannot see at all
No hole is big enough for me
Unlike Alice and her fall

My white rabbit gone
I don’t know what to do
So I sit back on the hammock
Feeling sad and very blue

Then a raindrop hits me good and hard
It hits me with a smack
I then wake up fast and quick
And to my book I go back

Never noticing all the while
A phenomenon quite strange
Tiny footprints in the mud
Quite out of human-sized range

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