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All Things Green
My memories of my childhood days are few and far between, My lucky number seven and my favourite colour green. Banality of daily life was there for mice and men, But nothing really matters much when at the age of ten. I loved to ride my bicycle, go swimming in the lake. I went to birthday parties, eating jelly, ice cream, cake. Remember loving sausages and hating cold green beans, But food was swapped for dating by the time I hit my teens. By adulthood my life was marred by being mediocre, I’d spend my time in pubs and bars, drink beer, play nine card poker. My parents feared my devilry would not be just a blip, My father came from Ireland so proposed I took a trip. He said the memories that I’d have would stay with me forever. I went. I never thought it, but my dad was very clever. Irish whisky, Guinness, Smithwick’s, Bailey’s Irish Cream, They tasted so divine I drank myself into a dream. My dad no longer talks to me which isn’t very nice, I listened to him after all and heeded his advice. The memories that I’m laying down will always make me smile. The legacy he left for me. The dear old Emerald Isle.
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