wave the flag, we're going to race.
symbols all fill the place
when thinking letters with words forming.
now typing and holy cow, expressions.
sure we are the possessions
of dime rhyme.
WAIT... kindle pinged me for an Irish fiction.
now think computerland, ring deeper.
i think you sent a sleeper.
when i was a kid i never got off on St. Patrick's day.
i've four grandparents born in Poland.
cut flowers, cheese, sausage, coffee, pie, line 'em up...make me cry.
nostrovia
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