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The Irish In Me

Laugh through my tears, Struggle through the years, This is what it means To have the Irish in me. My prayers fall on deafened ears. Godless is the Irish in me. Self defeating mind, Always two steps behind, This is what it means To have the Irish in me. In this bottle I will find, Drunk is the Irish in me. Cut my nose off in spite. I have every right. This is what it means To have the Irish in me. Never am I ever contrite Rebel is the Irish in me. Desolate my heart, Mind full of art, This is what it means To have the Irish in me. I've no idea where to start. Hopeless is the Irish in me. The luck fails And poverty prevails. This is what it means To have the Irish in me. Tough as nails These Irish genes. ....Damn this Irish in me....
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courtney-nelms
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Jul 11, 2011
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Written 2009

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