As a child, I wore a delicate
little wire shamrock on my lapel,
webbed with fine green threads;
as a teen, I pled my green eyes.
At a karaoke session last nite,
I sang “The Minstrel Boy (Lad)”
half-well, but only an Irishman
sitting a few tables away knew;
amazed, others congratulated me.
(17 MAR 10, Santa Clara CA)v1
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