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Celtic Daydream

There was an old man who marched in Dublin, danced to malachite past, wore shammocks lean. Guinness stout in clinking glass he drank whole night en masse. Through the day he dreamed Celtic dreams umpteen.

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Date: 3/29/2025 6:46:00 AM
Subimal, a creative limerick, congratulations on your winning placement.
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