FORBIDDEN SHELF🦪
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(a poem about gratitude)
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He never had much of anything...
He always had himself...
He never had much wealth...
But he showed a little stealth...
Everytime he learned new things...
Tinkers, trinkets, of such...
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He put it on his shelf.
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Arguably, as he would say...
If he could have it any other way...
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He wouldn't have a shelf himself,
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You see the way the story goes...
Or more so...
As so the story was told...
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The day,
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His Mother found a Pot O' Gold...
Right before his birthday...
Of 2 yearling old...
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Let me first tell something to you,
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Now with this Gold...
You know...
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This Gold was very Old...
Older than the Story told...
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And so they say,
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His Mother rode...
From dusk til dawn...
Through every towns bitter cold...
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Trying to trade...
The very old...
Pot O' Gold...
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For the birthday...
Of her...
2 yearling...