Poetry

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AND;SO MIND'S EYE CAN JUST ABOUT SEE,DOWN THE LANE OFF OF SHANDON
STREET IN CORK CITY,ONCE IN THERE THEN TURN RIGHT,THE LANE GOT
STEEPER,HOW MEMORY IS SO MUCH DEEPER,INTO A FORGE A LAD OR TWO MAY
GO,AND SEE A FARRIER AT WORK GIVING A HORSE NEW SHOES,HE MAY HAMMER NAIL'S INTO THE HORSE'S HOOF NO DELAY ON THAT DAY,AS MEMORY SERVES
A LEATHER APRON THE FARRIER WORE,ALLOWED TOO LOOK ;FIRST ONE,THEN
FOUR AT AGE TEN AN UNUSUAL SIGHT TO SEE,THE NAIL'S DRIVE INTO THE
HORSE'S HOOF,WHEN HORSE IS SHOD HORSE'S OWNER GAVE THE FARRIER
AN AGREEABLE NOD,MORE THAN A WINK FARRIER GOT HIS PAY AS WELL HE MAY,US TWO LAD'S SAW SOMETHING SPECIAL THAT DAY,IN THE FARRIER'S
FORGE THE HORSE HAD SCORED,OFF SHANDON STREET A FORGE YOU COULD THEN MEET,WHERE HORSE, AND FARRIER AND HORSE OWNER MET,BEST
FORMULAE FOR A WINNING BET.
Joe.

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