Politics

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At 82;my prose poems are new,words are there and
ever true;when they are known some lines are grown
when hailstones fall that's their call,make
sounds for all;when snowflakes fell their silence
tell,they cover all where they fall;the Sun comes
out too play, snowflakes soon gone from view;spoken words
words are written too,was born within Shandon's
Sound,they're heard all around CORK CITIE'S
Places the Bell's remind SHANDON CHURCH do have
Four Face's,North,South, East;Or West,the Fish on
Steeple knows CORK CITY'S PEOPLE;my prose to-day
so Amen from J.
Joe.

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