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Emeralds
Gran's eyes are emerald green.
Rose-cut gems, hard as stone,
Polished crowns, eyelid-thrones.
The sharpest pair I've seen.
Mum's eyes are emerald green.
Cabochons, satin-smooth,
Halo-bright, gems that soothe.
The warmest pair I've seen.
My eyes are emerald green.
Crystal sheen, sea-glass tears,
Through the haze, their smiles appear -
My favourite Irish queens.
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