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Pretending To Be Irish

My last name sounds Irish Am I an Irish rose? I got kinda tirish Of even my pug nose Who knows....if anyone will ever guess what I really am That is: first generation Ameerican, of Middle Eastern parents Hmm....speaking Arabic may get me in a real jam.... So I can....sing Danny Boy, When Irish Eyes Are Smilin' I look real good in green And no one Irish was ever mean-- To me. You see, I love passing for Irish Just for today, why it's stylish! Happy St. Patrick's Day, anyway.... Dedicated to Bill Hogan, my old friend who was always there for me.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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