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Contest entry from Picture Prompt (original image not available)
![]() Me Irish eyes are smilin’ Upon this winsome lass With spangles on her busom And ruffles on her…ummm....back. Me mug is full of green ale An’ Jezebel’s is too. I’m sure me shamrock’s somewhere ‘Cause luck is what I’m due. I’m searchin’ for a rainbow To find a pot o’ gold But, though the sun is shining It ‘s surely there, I’m told. St . Paddy’s Day is wanin’, It’s almost now done in, The keg of green beer’s empty. We drunk it all again. Tomorrow’s back to normal And Irish I won’t be. But, today I've kissed the blarney stone! Erin go braugh, to you from me!
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