Tag: irish history
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Hills we die on, hail to the freedom fighters
Floozy is our floating rock, thigh-shower Cold shower, grower not a shower Groves of bee-loud clover and smothering vanilla-headed heather Sacred hawthorne resplendent and thorned, adorned with whitefeather petals Every verdant blend abounds, as if one wore lenses of augmented ferns to lend extra green to what’s beheld. Hills we die on, Ireland our zion…
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Before I shower
Before I shower, lather myself up Slather bubbles upon flesh marbled, a model a marvel Before I shower you with praise, flatter you red-faced I went in for lemon soap in Sweny’s but they’d only lime And it cost most of a pound that’s the crime of robbery be daylight, be delighted if I’d that…
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Conflict
Did not sleep well last night Great din, gungaless, from the parlor Sherston’s mother communing with spirits Young Hamo dead at Gallipoli Did Eliott’s Aeschylus know him? Severely annotated copy of Goodbye To All That Melancholies of a fox-hunting man By war, Men harden Mars the sharpen Bard birther Mary Arden in Angland since Domesday.…
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Lore/Lure
An angel’s view of submarines: “Which leviathan this, of which His holy angels are ignorant?” Missing letters: Leopold Bloom, Narcissus Marsh’s daughter, Scrabble tile bag incinerated in house fire, recently blinded men, ripped mailbag
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