His rainbow was a little bit dew covered,
and I missed him more today than other days,
not because it was our day,
but because it was a part of everything he had become to me,
even my eyes turned green,
and my beer,
and my hair,
and my cheeks for a moment,
and I was lucky,
because I could see sparkles,
down the side of a Fata Morgana,
and I could see the ship off in the harbor,
not the Good Ship,
and there were no lollipops,
those were only for her and me,
but there was one,
white,
clean,
and it smelled like yesterday,
and at the back end was the Pot O' Gold---
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