Shamrock glades
cover the hills.
On this joyous day
the emerald mounds sing.
Dual weddings,
dual vows.
Four hearts entwined,
forever and ever.
Love by brothers
now shared by four.
Their hearts are large and
accommodating to all involved.
Family and friends
share this moment.
A county rejoices
as four of her own find love.
Cork sings back
to the emerald hills.
A joyous occasion, it is,
when love is found.
They drink whiskey and porter,
wine and spirits.
They dance to tradition and new age,
classic and slow.
Two brothers separated,
the first time in life.
All four hearts, though,
remain forever together.
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