Of course there were bagpipes
And
kilt-wearing men.
As always,
they marched
Up Fifth
Ave. once again.
The day, bright
and sunny,
Was cold,
plus the wind
Challenged
anyone out there
Who wasn’t
thick-skinned.
I felt for
the students
Parading
without
Warm jackets
or gloves;
They were
frozen, no doubt.
Yet the
smiles were contagious
And so was
the green,
For today we’re
all Irish;
There’s no
in-between.
Which is
why, walking home,
I made one
unplanned stop,
Since tonight
needs some Guinness –
Not just a
wee drop!
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