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Wear The Green! by SilverCeltic Moon Friday, March 04, 2005 Rated "G" by the Author. Share Print Save Become a Fan On St. Paddy's Day.....

Wearing green on St. Paddy's Day, if Irish (or not), is a definate must! If we aren't wearing green, than we'll get a pinch. So wear those pins and that tall green hat or Bust! Drink green beer 'til you speak Gaelic or [gulp!] French. Leaping fairy rings and sliding down a rainbow or leaping tall buildings while you're flying about will entertain friends for months concerning your show.... but doesn't it taste lovely, that Guiness or Stout? Leaping Leprachauns and dancing elephants or flying pigs could cause you more trouble than you might think. You could pull a muscle dancing those jigs, so watch what you do and how much you drink! Look for those four leaf clovers and put on a bit of the green. Go to the parade, go out with a friend. Get out and enjoy...be heard and be seen! Being Irish for the day (or always) is the absolute end!
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Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)	3/5/2005

Why have the Irish got patatoes, and Egypt oil. Because the Irish had first choice..




Reviewed by Dale Clark	3/5/2005

and enjoy being Irish lol I loved the part about green beer and speaking (gulp) French ;) Man that's rich and may we know who doesn't love us by their limp. Here! Here! lol




Reviewed by Tinka Boukes	3/5/2005

Delightful read!! Welcome back !! Love Tinka




Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson	3/5/2005

Do they make a green diet coke? Who couldn't love you and dem. Happy to see you posting.. A delightful write. Your super with fantasy.. Thanks for stopping by...




Reviewed by Mr. Ed	3/5/2005

Drinking green beer is always a good time! Nice to see you posting, SilverCeltic.




Reviewed by Ch'erie de Perrot	3/5/2005

Q. Why do the Irish wear three Condoms at once? A. To be sure, to be sure, to be sure! Ah love the Irish, had to listen to enough of it growing up, what with my maternal Grandmother being as Irish as Paddy's pigs in all. Big Smiles Ch'erie




Reviewed by Tiana ~ (Reader)	3/5/2005

Hey there! It's great to read your wonderful writings again! A delightful poem indeed ... hugs




Reviewed by jude forese	3/4/2005

wonderful celebrative spirit to this poem ...




Reviewed by Erin Kelly-Moen	3/4/2005

"You could pull a muscle dancing those jigs, so watch what you do and how much you drink!" Hmm, with my Irish eye, I see a problem that could bring many a debate in taprooms across the world. "So we'll know them by their limping..." :) Lovely to see you, Silver, and to read your smiling-eyed piece on what is truly the symbol of the Spring season, green, and a sense of humor. Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen




Reviewed by Judy Lloyd (Reader)	3/4/2005

Oh I have always loved the irish and the wee lepercauns. Have Irish in my blood and me husband. My mother's side.




Reviewed by Regis Auffray	3/4/2005

I love this. I have kindred with the Irish as my ancestors are Celtic. My parents were from Britanny, France. They never considered themselves as "French" but rather "Breton." I'm sure you know all about that. I have a brother named Patrick. Thank you for this delightful offering. Love, peace, and luck o' the Irish to you. Regis