IRISH HEART

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IRISH HEART

IRISH HEART
A Celtic Goddess
with an Irish Soul
Never been to my roots
Sure love to go
To the place where
all the faeries gather
In beautiful green fields
painted with Lavender
Where folk are merry
Singing songs
Catching a glimpse now and then
of those Lucky Leprechauns
Never been to my roots
Sure love to go
Dreaming someday
I may find my Pot of Gold
An Irish heart
with Irish Eyes a Smilin'
Never been to my roots
but theres no denying
though far away, my heart is in Ireland!

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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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