St. Patrick's Day

St. Patrick's Day
A holiday
Where all are content and merry.

From coastal bay
To inland way
All faces are flushed to cherry.

So give away
Your joyful ray
To all this anniversary.

From Bombay
To an Irish alley
Let make it extraordinary.

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