Midas Touch

Little person walks in a realm
Then open her clairvoyant palm
The humblest amongst the very great
Endeavours luck by discarding hate
Many good deeds, says the wrinkled sage
Points a finger so crooked with age
Through life logic and prophesy told
Every one she touches turns into gold

The Running Rabbit coming soon! 11/11/21

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