BladesongRaven Gehrig

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Irish Lasses - Poem by BladesongRaven Gehrig

Irish lasses, Raise there glasses
To meet the flesh of barley,
I held him there behind the pub,
His name was greg mckfarley,
While mary dear, peeks under his kilt,
And nods her head not hardley.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 17, 2010

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