For St. Patrick’s Day, my boyfriend found a four-leaf clover for me. He pressed it, then preserved the dried clover using a wax-paper & hot iron method. Then he wrote me a poem, a limerick, that detailed four (one for each of the 4 leaves) reasons why he loved me. He told me that the four-leaf clover would be my lucky charm.
I was going through chemotherapy at the time, so I needed all the love and luck I could get. Of course, after he gave me the clover and the poem, he declared himself the Blarney Stone and demanded that I kiss him!
I still carry the pressed & preserved four-leaf clover in my wallet. It still brings me good luck.
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