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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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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