The Blue Shamrocksby Tom Hyland
While strolling through the park one Day, I saw a bench and took a Seat. The skies were Blue, like a Jay, when perchance I gazed upon my Feet.
There, nestled amongst the stones and Grass, I spied a most curious Oddity. Two little shamrocks of Blue Mass were shining like Stars of the Sea.
As I reached gently down to pluck One, a voice whispered "No, no, don't do!" So I left them both there in the Sun, to please another visitor - like You.
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