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'Tis
your pot of gold
We give it to you
With all of our love
And happiness too
The sparkle resembles
Your bright Irish eyes
That twinkle with beauty
Like stars in the sky
For you are the reason
This gold has a glow
A picture of beauty
Believe us we know
Your heart is so
precious
Your spirit is grand
With luck of the Irish
We're at your command.

~
Francine
Pucillo ~
Copyright
Feb
8, 2004
©used
with permission
If you would enjoy using
this poem on
THIS BACKGROUND set (it
was written for it) just
e-mail Ms. Pucillo by
clicking on her name and ask
her permission.
Read more of her poetry here.

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