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Dear Little Shamrock
There's a dear little plant that grows on our Isle
'Twas Saint Patrick himself sure that set it,
And the sun on his labor with pleasure did smile,
And a t ear from his eyes oft-times wet it.
It grows through the bog, through the brake, through the mireland,
And they call it the dear little Shamrock of Ireland.
-- Unknown
"White Clover, Trifolium repens forma minus, family Leguminosae, was the original shamrock of Ireland..."
As you slide down the banister of life, may the splinters never point in the wrong direction.
-Irish Blessing
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