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Jan 2015
i went to the emerald isleΒ Β to see the land so green
and the sights it holds of which ive never seen.

with barley fields of gold standing loud and proud
corn fields in the sun like a yellow shroud.

the shamrock growing wild an emblem to behold
holding all its stories of sometimes which are told.

such a lovely place.that makes me feel so free
on the emerald isle is where i long to be
WILLIAM WORTHLESS
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