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The luck of the Irish on St. Patty’s Day - a poem. |
| Sporting natty green attire, While boasting a love for tradition Dating back centuries, Millions celebrate luck And good fortune aplenty Every March 17th; The day marking a respite From worldly activities To party with the shamrock And pot of gold made famous By the people of Ireland... The clicking of heels And iconic foods Offer indulgences Which can only be described As blissful on this day Commemorating the Irish’s Bold and lasting heritage... Another round shall enliven And instill the mischievous aura Befitting the watchful keeper - As he guards his gold coins At the end of the brightly-lit rainbow. |