Once Upon A Time

Once upon a time
In the old country it occurred
That life when I was Irish
Becomes more clearly blurred.

I’m sure the wee people
Lived there in a shamrock field
They cavorted and they played
Nary a secret was revealed.

The sod was turned over
With a spade in one’s hand
We danced an Irish jig
Precisely as was planned.

But that was another life
Another century, another place
Today I am just a lady
Running in the human race.


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