After being so disgusted by the trash, chaos and crowds of St Patrick's Day partying,
I was truly bewildered that I am from the same country as all of these party animals.
To redeem my own sense of March 17, with all things green, luck and rainbows, smiles and frivolity
here is my contribution to this silly identity with Ireland for one day out of the year,
read by Yeats himself.
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