The Slowness of Wishes
Shamrocks and phantom rainbows,
Red ribbons tied in a bow.
The whistling of a silver flute,
Yellow roses all lined in a row;
A long tale of days gone past.
An image captured of tomorrow,
With a cold pint of green ale in hand.
Corned beef, cabbage and lamb stew.
Dance the merry dance of the Irish,
Keep all characters in one happy band,
They are all part of something new.
Summer waits on much longer days,
Sweetness of the coming, not promised,
Hopes I have for you are in abundance.
They fall freely like a fury of snow
Lights off now for the Birthday Wish
And don’t forget to take things slow
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