a rainbow

fragrant shutters
   shuttering a dozen glazed
  over rainbows
   bow bow
   over and below
  like a rainbow
 blows
  --to hysterics
  the pot of gold
  cold and old
   sitting with mold
 under a rains bow
  under real low
   under good hold
 for those
  of whom
     the wind blow.
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