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Sep 2013
An old leprechaun lives on my lawn
he cuts and keeps it neat
I called to him and asked his name
he told me it was Pete.

One day old Pete just went away
he didn't leave a note
before the grass turns into hay
I'll have to buy a goat.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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