I found five four-leaf clovers by our garden yesterday. Five. However, that still doesn't hold a candle to the amount of four-leaf clovers my sister and I found as young children...as well as five-leaf, six-leaf, seven-leaf, eight-leaf, etc. Our clover patch was so mutated that we found the most ridiculous clovers. The funny thing is, I still find them. I look for them often, and I find that I still have the Irish luck. Keane is no longer impressed by the clovers I find.
I'm a Dutch-Irish, German-Polock. I have the Irish luck and sometimes my Polish shines through, like when I prepared brats and peppers for supper last night and left them on top of the stove instead of putting them in the stove to cook.
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