Forebears herald the Emerald Isle
Flame haired colleen with the sweetest smile,
Erin go brach in peace and love,
‘tis our dear Rose of Irelands dove
Ah to be sure, two years or more
Speeding by as softest grains
Freshest breezes blown unfolding
Rippling through angelic scales
Flowing to rest in realms unveiled
Creations woven, fused in truth.
Sharing blossoms fragranced tuneful
Melodies beauty sentiments swell
So harps ring out in celtic strain,
Congratulates dear Cynthia Gaines
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