Star*Dreamer's Lucky Shamrock

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Lucky Shamrock

~~An Irish Blessing~~

May the sun shine all day long,
Everything go right and nothing wrong.
May those you love, bring love back to you,
And may all the wishes you wish, come true!
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The Top O'The Morning To You!
Hello, My name is Pat aka Star*Dreamer!
So glad you stopped by to make a wish!
Some of you may have been here last year!
If so, there are many updates on all the pages.
You'll find a few new lil Leprechauns
dancing around my pages, spreading
the Luck of the Irish to all of us!
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For on March 17th we all wear a bit
of the green and a shamrock. We sing and dance
to the happy music of the Emerald Isle!
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To help celebrate this wonderful day,
me wee friends again are helping me to
create a few pages with a bit of Irish luck,
smiles and music to spread the magic!
I hope ye' will visit me pages, Luck O' Irish,
Leprechaun Korner and Lil' Bit O' Heaven
and the great Webrings and Links listed below!
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And the bit of the Irish in me wishes ye'
A Happy St. Patrick's Day!
Thank you for all your good wishes, cards and mail!
I really do appreciate your kindness!
Hugs!
© Star*Dreamer 2009
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~An Irish Blessing~
May your pockets be heavy and your heart be light
May good luck pursue you each morning and night!

My St. Patrick's site is Lovingly Dedicated To The Memory Of:
~~Helen and Joe~~
my Dear Mother-In-Law and Father-In-Law.
Miss You!

~An Irish Prayer~

May God grant you always,
A sunbeam to warm you
A moonbeam to charm you.
A sheltering Angel
So nothing can harm you.
Laughter to cheer you,
Faithful friends near you.
And whenever you pray,
Heaven to hear you.

~When Irish Eyes Are Smiling~

When Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure it's like a morning spring.
In the lilt of Irish laughter,
You can hear the angels sing.

When Irish hearts are happy,
All the world seems bright and gay.
And when Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure, they steal your heart away.

~The Shamrock~

There's a dear little plant that grows in our isle.
'Twas Saint Patrick himself sure that set it,
And the sun on his labor with pleasure did smile,
And a tear from his eyes oft-times wet it.
It grows through the bog,
through the brake, through the mireland,
And they call it the dear little Shamrock of Ireland.

May your blessings outnumber the Shamrocks that grow
and may trouble avoid you wherever you go.