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An Irish Toast

For those who stand before me,

And for those who fell behind.

May good fortune shine down upon you,

May you taste the sweetest wine.

Then one day we will meet again,

And share a laugh or two.

Until that day let’s drink some more,

I heard the next round is on you.

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Mar 17, 2010
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