Eire the Day is Far Along

  
    As the owl hoots ‘Good morning’
       and the rooster crows ‘good night’

    ‘Tis then the ‘Blarney’ blows his nose
       ~ ‘n leprechauns don their playful clothes
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Cunningham Avatar
February 24, 2026 at 7:54 AM
Reminds me of Darby O.Gill and the little people, have seen them in Ireland lol. Could be the whiskey though lol. Tom
Cunningham Avatar
March 3, 2026 at 12:49 AM
Funny you should say that, kissed the barney stone a few years ago lol.
Wolf Avatar
February 24, 2026 at 8:46 PM
Here's to the whiskey, actually. Enough baloney... I mean blarney.
Kendrick Avatar
February 24, 2026 at 5:29 AM
Ha!! Ha!! Interesting work. I enjoyed reading it. Sara K
Wolf Avatar
February 24, 2026 at 8:46 PM
Eire I shuffle off this mortal coil, I really should visit Old Eireland.
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