Time for a bit of Irish sentimentality [smile]. The following is a poem I ran across in a book of Irish Verses; and from the moment I read it, it seemed to take the words right from my heart. Without further "mushy stuff" (as my neice so eloquently dubbed it), I would like to dedicate this to a very special friend......you know who you are.

The Irish are the luckiest-
Or so I have been told,
Because at every rainbow's end
They find a pot o'gold.
So somewhere deep inside me
I must be Irish too-
For waiting at my rainbows end,
I luckily found you.

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