Like leprechauns looking for gold,

We’d know what the futures hold…

Around that bend

Will suffering end,

Or will it get very cold?

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.

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!

–Jonathan Caswell

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