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Turning Green ~
The
wearing of the green
And the drinking of green
beer
Even a river dyed to green
To signify this day is
here.
Looking for the Blarney
Stone
To give it a big kiss
But watch it for those
Blarney Stones
They sometimes are, amiss!
The search for a four leaf
clover
To bring us that Irish
luck
And the swing of a
shellaly
With which, you could be
struck.
Started out as religious
Then it came to the USA
Now, it's a day to party
In the true American way.
And no matter what your
history
It seems, at least for
awhile
Everybody turns to Irish
Though not all, do it with
style.
But, most will have a good
time
Some, will rue the day
they were born
As they may actually turn
green
When they awaken the next
morn.
Del "Abe" Jones ©
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