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A playful soul is he
He often takes and moves things
From where they ought to be
I see him as a joyful sprite
Irish, he must be
As he often shows us
A bit of the old Blarney
Now some may say it's age
Just creeping up on us
That we just misplace things
And create all of this fuss
But I still see our gremlin
Sprite or leprecaun he may be
Sitting in the corner
And winking back at me
-Dean K. Dancey
Poetry by Dean Dancey
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Written on 2005-09-27 at 15:14
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House Gremlin
In our house, we have a gremlinA playful soul is he
He often takes and moves things
From where they ought to be
I see him as a joyful sprite
Irish, he must be
As he often shows us
A bit of the old Blarney
Now some may say it's age
Just creeping up on us
That we just misplace things
And create all of this fuss
But I still see our gremlin
Sprite or leprecaun he may be
Sitting in the corner
And winking back at me
-Dean K. Dancey
Poetry by Dean Dancey
Read 474 times
Written on 2005-09-27 at 15:14
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