There IS a Pot of Gold at the End of the Rainbow

The pot of gold
at the end of the rainbow
awaits in full glow

for all who dare
to climb
and ride
the rainbow. . .

and dream
a different kind
of illuminating beam
than any one
that all the sane know.

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