Tag: gaeilge
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Canvas, palimpsest of self
Mind a Hockney, paint drip dropped Sold, pocket few bob But not, alas, popular Hocking loogies after bonging Daytime to deireadh seachtaine I have a sweet tooth that’s green My barra seacláide a green shock Elysian crop Hungarians grow in Dunshaughlin Shotgun grief, a formality, at the grave of one unequal.