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Walking up to a wishing well He dropped a coin and down it fell Prayed to God: “Please come true” God said back: “That wish won’t do” Angry now he marched away Cursing God and the world he made Determined to grant his one wish He lay down to catch a glimpse Of a shooting star’s tail of fire Known to fulfill nearly any desire Fate had formed in his eyes A comet burst out across the skies He made a wish the same as before Praying to heaven for a fateful cure To bring money, power, fame God just laughed and kept all the same The man he cried and screamed distress Blaming God for his loneliness Who sang onto him: “Be content and free Materials you seek they spur misery” Still his anger swayed his mind He renounced God and all of time Sad and smitten he rolled over Face to face with a four-leaf clover “Finally” he said “my wish is true This clover of fortune will surely do He picked the plant by the root and stem Wished for pleasure again and again And overcome with confidence he threw that clover down Cursing the dirt and the filth in the ground He went on his way thinking all was grand “I’ll be rich soon with lots of land” Forgetting God and the stars above Claiming himself the one true love He went to sleep as fast as ever And woke up feeling clever He raced on down to the market place Anticipating riches: gold and lace But he never made it all that far For on his way he was squished by a car
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Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 11:29 AM UTC
Squished
Walking up to a wishing well He dropped a coin and down it fell Prayed to God: “Please come true” God said back: “That wish won’t do” Angry now he marched away Cursing God and the world he made Determined to grant his one wish He lay down to catch a glimpse Of a shooting star’s tail of fire Known to fulfill nearly any desire Fate had formed in his eyes A comet burst out across the skies He made a wish the same as before Praying to heaven for a fateful cure To bring money, power, fame God just laughed and kept all the same The man he cried and screamed distress Blaming God for his loneliness Who sang onto him: “Be content and free Materials you seek they spur misery” Still his anger swayed his mind He renounced God and all of time Sad and smitten he rolled over Face to face with a four-leaf clover “Finally” he said “my wish is true This clover of fortune will surely do He picked the plant by the root and stem Wished for pleasure again and again And overcome with confidence he threw that clover down Cursing the dirt and the filth in the ground He went on his way thinking all was grand “I’ll be rich soon with lots of land” Forgetting God and the stars above Claiming himself the one true love He went to sleep as fast as ever And woke up feeling clever He raced on down to the market place Anticipating riches: gold and lace But he never made it all that far For on his way he was squished by a car
gordon-helms
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Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 11:29 AM UTC
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