shamrock

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    shamrock

    I sing and bless my shamrock

    what's Ireland mean to me

    relations relatives family

    rolling hills and rain

    a cup of tea the sea

    a shy smile

    laughter and love

    A history that is not always rosy

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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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