| St Patrick's Day |
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As St. Patrick's Day approaches, Everyone loves to celebrate The Irish and their legends. But, is it luck or fate? They call it luck of the Irish. We search for four-leaf clovers, Trying to find the pot of gold. We search the whole world over. I caught a glimpse of a leprechaun, As he scurried on his way. I sneezed from all the fairy dust, Blowing on St. Patrick's Day. You should come along with me. Oh, what treasures we will find Amid the rainbows and the clover, As we leave our cares behind. |
| © 2002 by Claytia Doran |
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