T'was the night before St. Patrick's and the momma was sewing, so their Irish colors the kids could be showing. For St. Patrick's day was on Sunday and no green could be found, although browns and blues abound. Two skirts and a bow tie would make them look sweet, and gold coins they could have for a treat. 
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We looked in the attic to see what we find, memories of Irish ancestors kind. Mike's Grandpa had Irish blood, and memories as vast as a flood. We checked out a truck with treasures galore, it was more fun than going to the store.
Luke's favorite was a giant knife, the largest he'd seen in his life.
Although its belated, the Irish are related...
Happy St. Patrick's Day.
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