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Stillorgan Stories
Where I grew up Dublin city, well southside of it Pale walls, far outside of it Once a farm haven now a thriving Young metropole Tired of being bold selling metric ton bowls, tired old soul Perhaps earlier we had been pinched misdemeaning We’d eat Aprile’s chips on the billboard of an evening Above Glenalbyn…
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