Poetry

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Is it a very far cry from when Old Ireland Was Poor,its good to look back when you know where
you've been;an ounce of this or maybe that,a peck of C gave some heat where you may be,8
to 10 that i now see,cinder's were a good resource,kept away winter's force;everybody knew a word
spelled scaarce, in our World of now,for what do we all rehearse;at eighty one am still not gone;DO
THE ALMIGHTY FATHER,say no or non,can't stop till when;who know's time's last verses then,
seconds tell us where now is when,when we awake will Old Irelandtell us all amen's a teller's maker
again.
jOE.

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