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From my Memoir - The thrill of the Chase

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    Leprechauns, castles, good luck and laughter.
    Lullabies, dreams and love ever after.
    Poems and songs with pipes and drums.
    A thousand welcomes when anyone comes.
    That's the Irish for you!
    In the UK homeless people can sell a magazine called 'The Big Issue'

    Sharing is caring. Thanks for all the fish. It's been RAD.

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      Loud quacks the duck, the peacocks cry,

      The distant hills are seeming nigh.

      How restless are the snorting swine;

      The busy flies disturb the kine.

      Puss on the hearth with velvet paws

      Sits wiping o'er her whiskered jaws.

      Through the clear stream the fishes rise,

      And nimbly catch incautious flies.

      The whirring wind the dust obeys

      And in the rapid eddy plays;

      The dog, so altered in his taste,

      Quits mutton bones, on grass to feast.

      And see yon rooks, how odd their flight;

      They imitate the gliding kite,

      And seem precipitate to fall,

      As if they felt the piercing ball.

      If any or all of these appear, the doctor (whichever one it was) declares:

      `Twill surely rain; I see with sorrow

      Our jaunt must be put off tomorrow.
      In the UK homeless people can sell a magazine called 'The Big Issue'

      Sharing is caring. Thanks for all the fish. It's been RAD.

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