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Saint Patrick's Day is part of us.
Be we English, Swede, or Rus. We love to color strong drinks green, And speak of places never seen. We love his lusty Irish band. We love the shamrocks in his land. We love his impish leprechauns. We love the pretty Irish dawns. Perhaps Saint Patrick chased the snake. Perhaps that story was a fake. But come his day, we celebrate. And honor him with his own date. (c) 2006 Henry L. Lefevre
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