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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    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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