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Colorful Poem: What's my Name?

Oh they gave my name to Ireland for you know how the Irish are
And yet I am considered bad luck to be the paint of a racing car
I am the color of rookies although they're trying as hard as they can
When you see a traffic light in my color it means go across the land
If unwell and somewhat sickly, you'll look like me around the gills
But if you turn my shade in envy you won't get better by taking pills
It seems so strange I'd write a poem about this color and its hue
As a person with color blindness, I can't tell it from shades of blue

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