Fighting IrishA Poem by icelandicblueFor My FatherHills alight with flowing green, grey rocks for walls and homes. step dancing and blarney stones vie for the national thirst. and double crosses are cursed. for Celts we are still now, and if its found fists must be thrown we'll gladly show you how © 2014 icelandicblueReviews
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Added on March 17, 2014Last Updated on March 17, 2014 Tags: Fighting Irish AuthoricelandicblueBostonAboutI do not accept any new friend requests unless we have read and commented on each others poetry. No exceptions. I have enough homework as it is. I expect reciprocity in our exchanges. Read my work and.. more..Writing
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