st. patrick's day, by summer Subscribe to rss feed for summer

leprecans a fake 
everyones about to break 
wearing green,and my blue jean
shamrock or chicken pox 
pot of gold,it feels so cold 
making a move feeling the groove
red rover eat his 4 clover
nether you or i think i am a lie
soo, st. patrick's day near i am here
Posted: 2011-03-15 23:22:18 UTC

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