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There once was a GeoCitizen named Nan. To win the big contest was her plan. But to beat all the rest And to prove she's the best She must work as hard as she can. |
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The poem was about St. Patrick's Day And how leprechauns really like to play. Those mischievous elves Were full of themselves But in a fun sort of way. |
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She worked late into the night, Then realized something wasn't quite right. From her screen came a man Clad in green, he took her hand And gave her a terrible fright. |
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Nan rubbed her head and her eyes. The sight was quite a surpise. And there on her screen Was the man dressed in green. 'Twas a leprechaun, she soon realized! |
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The leprechaun reached for the girl. She took his hand, and then in a whirl Of rainbows and clover To a place like no other Where she looked up and saw the URL. |
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The address spelled www.leprechauncity. The site's background was really very pretty. Then the images came to life Danced around and played a fife So she joined in and sang an Irish ditty. |
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She felt faint from the colors so bright. Dancing with leprechauns, what a delight! She awoke to the morning light beaming. "Oh my, I must have been dreaming." Lesson being: there can be too much HTML in one night! |
