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Wakulla
There is a rainbow
On my floor
Chipped off a sunbeam
I kneel
Gather a portion
In my hands
I hold the untouchable
Behold the ghostly spectrum
White's bright pieces
Become rainbow gold
The riches in my hands
Beyond my grasp
- Michael L. Wright
The Far Corner of the Room
On my floor
Chipped off a sunbeam
I kneel
Gather a portion
In my hands
I hold the untouchable
Behold the ghostly spectrum
White's bright pieces
Become rainbow gold
The riches in my hands
Beyond my grasp
- Michael L. Wright
The Far Corner of the Room
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