St. Patrick’s Day

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She bleeds, 
not maroon, 
but beads of green, 
spools of gold, 
carbonated grains 
for a man 
who drove imagination 
out of Ireland, 
yet he was of Wales; 
she’s just thirsty for 
a pure bloodline, 
outside of America. 

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