Tag: irish
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O’rion
Irish tyrant Big iron for try hards My contents a hit parade Your oeuvre not worth its paper Your countenance like hit grenade. Boyne maps Orion All my toil and trying fruitless Like burnt Eden, smile toothless Tore out Ruth’s book, I’m ruthless Routes to my roots with each toot Die in my boots.
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Southside Dublin
Getting head in Deer Park Perfect health, Deepak In the seomra suí she’s showing me South of the border, the River Lee Fewer holes than my old recorder As much blowing, what I ordered I receive, communion on my knees Hands shaking like peace be with you Sucking like she’s taking the soul out too…