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CRUSADE
Hephaestus of the lean-to, the villages hammydown armours seen to As if they were Pope’s robes purple as peacock’s tail fanned like a winning hand to mock the downy cygnets, parading that office He mends lockets, shoes oxen, builds strongboxes, tests locks, ensures a sword’ll knock through an enemy’s props and drop him He beats…
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STONEHENGE SECRETS
Half light half shadow Half snakes half ladders William Stukeley, mind you he was a mason He was amazed By the henges The ancients’ ways Kept him awake Days he spent on knees digging ditches Sweating between the cordons A serpent mound, Atlantean in origin A porous rock they poured concrete in to stopper a…
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Pooer Howis
I’m not going to the poor house If I have to steal Travelyan’s corn Flintlock freeze his spouse I’ll lead him blindfolded to his own boathouse Lead him out of the big house Not a word now, big man I only think it I made pilgrimage to the resident evil prop arm of Dan Donnelly,…
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SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS
I’m drinking five shots of Famous Grouse in the house before going out A whole Clapton of nose action, siúcra snout Shout shout let it all out Fears for tears, funeral of my held dears His old dear now deceased Buck Mulligan beastly dead he said about she Come around me, Ard Rí Family hear…
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