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Mar 2019
When Americans
Wear green “kiss me, I’m Irish” shirts
And pretend to be from Ireland
Not to mention
Children making contraptions
In order to capture tiny Irish men
And force him to lead them
To his *** of gold
At the end of a rainbow
Me and my mom we’re talking about this earlier. It really is quite funny if you think about it.
Lye
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Lye  13/Non-binary/home
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