Show me the other side
Where the grass grows wild,
Over the fence
I go hunting,
For the rainbow
Fresh after the rain,
Washed away
The stains
From my jeans,
Faded tattered
One more hole
Not my pocket
Frayed cuffs
Come undone
I'm running,
Into the thick
Muddy rivers
Splashing happy,
There's no pot of gold
But I'm still golden;
Blue skies
Color me
Into the sloping hills
I've come to frolic
This is
A greener pasture...
(03/11/2011)
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