A text I received the morning of St. Paddy's Day:
Oh me good Lord how the days tend to flee.
Tis the morn when all folks wish that Irish they'd be.
But for lasses 'n lads tied by genes t' the Isle,
We can sip a cold Guinness, tell a tale, share a smile.
When the partyin's over, when all's said 'n done,
The whole world will say "gosh them Irish--they're fun!"
{my dad = Irish, a poet & my favorite dad.}
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