False teeth cloud the sky.
The better to eat you with
the grey dusk growls.
Drown your shamrock
in gin or whiskey.
If you have a girl,
then have her kiss me.
Ring around the caps;
never stop the circle.
Black eye dawn,
swollen, purple.
A piece of coal,
a cackle.
If your love’s too skinny,
a luck penny.
Swear by some soda bread
to keep those alive
from turning dead.
Enter and exit
the same doorway.
Throw a boot
after the girl from Galway.
Plant rosemary, my love,
and pray.
If you see magpies,
may they be plenty.
Sláinte!
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
Great! The first paragraph is amazing. ☺️
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Thank you, John. A few superstitions and a bit of luck. A fun write before the festivities.
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Lovely mix of Irish folk traditions here! Cheers to you :)🍻☘️
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Thanks, Tom. I enjoyed spinning a yarn before going to the dance floor to unravel it. 🍀💜
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You certainly hit the mark here! 💃
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blarney
not barney
boon and bane
just the same
perhaps~
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Alas, depends on the strain
And the gain. 🍀
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haste waste bitter tastes. a familiar song come along to excess.
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