Like leprechauns looking for gold,
We’d know what the futures hold…
Around that bend
Will suffering end,
Or will it get very cold?
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Some think it isn’t fair,
To wait until we get there…
Well, that’s life–
Deal with strife–
And hope to come up for air.
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A light through them-thar trees,
Is that really what he thinks he sees…?
Wait til there
And all will clear,
At least we’ll be away from these fleas!
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–Jonathan Caswell
