It's not St. Patrick's day,
I'm not wearing green.
Didn't find a lucky penny,
Didn't toss one in the fountain.
But I'm making friends,
And I'm making plans.
Excited to do what I can,
To figure out who I am.
So I know I'm lucky,
I know I'm blessed,
I know I'm honored,
Even when I'm stressed.
Because I love the people,
And I love the town,
So I still feel like I'm the luckiest around.
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The Day The Sun Set (Poems)
PoésieI starting writing poetry to try new writing styles and now I find it a spectacular way to channel my emotions and experiences. Please bear with me when reading this, (in my opinion) the poems get better the more you read, as I gain experience writi...
