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Erin Go Braugh

Erin’s face looks like a map of Ireland, I was told. She had ginger hair with slivers of dashing gold. Her eyes were as green as the Emerald Isle. And she lit up Dublin with her darling smile. Many chased her in a merry happy fun-loving way. She was gorgeous, funny, and always gay. Her famous corn beef and cabbage was the best around. Her tasty shepherd’s pie was devoured to the ground.

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