WHAT SHALL I SAY ABOUT THE IRISH??

THE UTTERLY IMPRACTICAL,NEVER PREDICTABLE,SOMETIMES IRASCIBLE,QUITE INEXPLICABLE,IRISH. STRANGE BLEND OF SHYNESS,PRIDE,AND CONCEIT,AND STUBBORN REFUSAL TO BOW IN DEFEAT. HE'S SPOILING AND READY TO ARGUE AND FIGHT,YET THE SMILE OF A CHILD FILLS HIS SOUL WITH DELIGHT. HIS EYES ARE THE QUICKEST TO WELL UP WITH TEARS,YET HIS STRENGTH IS THE STRONGEST TO BANISH YOUR FEARS. HIS HATE IS AS FIERCE AS HIS DEVOTION IS GRAND, AND THERE IS NO MIDDLE GROUND ON WHICH HE WILL STAND. HE'S WILD,AND HE'S HUMBLE,HE'S HAPPY AND SAD.HE'S IN LOVE WITH THE OCEAN, THE EARTH,AND THE SKIES,HE'S ENAMOURED WITH BEAUTY WHEREVER IT LIES. HE'S VICTOR AND VICTIM,A STAR AND A CLOD,BUT MOST OF ALL HE'S IRISH,
IN LOVE WITH HIS GOD!!
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ST.PATRICK WAS A GENTLEMAN, WHO THROUGH STRATEGY AND STEALTH, DROVE ALL THE SNAKES OUT OF IRELAND,HERE'S A TOAST TO HIS HEALTH-BUT NOT TO MANY TOASTINGS OR YOU WILL LOSE YOURSELF AND FORGET THE GOOD ST.PATRICK-AND SEE ALL THOSE SNAKES AGAIN!!
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MAY GOD GIVE YOU MANY YEARS TO LIVE, FOR SURE HE MUST BE KNOWING, THE EARTH HAS ANGELS ALL TO FEW AND HEAVEN TO OVERFLOWING!!!!
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IN PRAISE OF STRONG WHISKEY-"IT FELT LIKE A TORCHLIGHT PROCESSION GOING DOWN MY THROAT!!!
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DO NOT STAND AT MY GRAVE AND WEEP-I AM NOT THERE...I DO NOT SLEEP.
I AM THE THOUSAND WINDS THAT BLOW...
I AM THE DIAMOND GLINTS ON SNOW...
I AM THE SUNLIGHT ON RIPENED GRAIN...
I AM THE GENTLE AUTUMN RAIN...
WHEN YOU WAKEN IN THE MORNING'S HUSH, I AM THE SWIFT UPLIFTING RUSH OF THE GENTLE BIRD'S CICLING FLIGHT...
I AM THE SOFT STAR THAT SHINES AT NIGHT...
DO NOT STAND AT MY GRAVE AND CRY-
I AM NOT THERE...I DID NOT DIE...

GOD BLESS ALL!!-
LOVE-WILD IRISH ROSE