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Updates (In Luck)
3-7-17

Led towards the promised land
Preferring my bait fish canned
I still partake
As if I were a ball python snake
Sending back Irish postcards
To be appreciable about its series of concerts
Sometimes it hurts as a bootmaker
Like a muck raker older than she
I just let it fly to express the real me
It's not about the twilight
Knowing we will see days of their longer light
At the chime of nine
I break out the apple in more ways than one
O, honeycomb you're in luck
To offer her a life illuminated....




How Dark A Wo!
3-7-17

Build a ship
Spilled a drip to trace the stain
O, good pain in Tennessee
Hoe dark a wo!
How bright our weal
God see me through it
In spite of what I feel
As the Irish revival begins
Learning music and French at the university
Welcome to class
Good chap in the paying of a small sum
In the conversation without the stogie
Upon such crystalline
I dig it the most
But not to boast
All along the water coast
That's the way I like it....




Baptized at 27
3-7-17

Conversation taking place
In their intervals
It was not scurries
It was me praying for wisdom and patience
Only makes the water hot with steam
I remember it well
It was more than a dream
At the age of twenty-seven I am baptized
So speak out on every first Friday
Tempting Kathleen to fill us in
On what it can mean
Off to a good Convent
That she would later on forsake
For romantic ideas
O, bootmaker of Ormond Quay
Do your thing....