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On the eve of St. Patrick’s Day, amongst the ignis fatuus, there dwells a Leprechaun by the name of O’Flynn. On a plush seat of moss he rests his weary feet on his way to bury his crock of gold. With pipe in hand, a suit of green and beard full of red whiskers he reflects on the mortals and their foolish ways, happy that he lives amongst the sprites and brownies in his carefree life.
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On the eve of St. Patrick’s Day, amongst the ignis fatuus, there dwells a Leprechaun by the name of O’Flynn. On a plush seat of moss he rests his weary feet on his way to bury his crock of gold. With pipe in hand, a suit of green and beard full of red whiskers he reflects on the mortals and their foolish ways, happy that he lives amongst the sprites and brownies in his carefree life.
Image will be slightly smaller than the paper size to allow for framing.
On the eve of St. Patrick’s Day, amongst the ignis fatuus, there dwells a Leprechaun by the name of O’Flynn. On a plush seat of moss he rests his weary feet on his way to bury his crock of gold. With pipe in hand, a suit of green and beard full of red whiskers he reflects on the mortals and their foolish ways, happy that he lives amongst the sprites and brownies in his carefree life.
Image will be slightly smaller than the paper size to allow for framing.