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Dublin He Has Left

November 30, 2011

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Born in 1928 in Dublin’s fair city A child of six others was he He ran bets for the workers of barges From Guinness and others, a percentage his charges St Patrick’s he was baptised in name To a hard-working family he loved all his days Close and loved they all were Those memories clear, […]

St. Albans Blues

November 30, 2011

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He thinks to the times of playful games Those days of legend gone down in fame Of falling in and out of pubs With those friends he did so love He met most of them behind a bar Where he worked, sometimes hard From the early days, crazy times He went into the job totally […]

Timeshift

November 30, 2011

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There’s a couple who have had a bad day They pack their bags to go away A few days in the mountains they need To unwind and see where their life leads One has lost his job in these harsh times She is hanging by a thread they find A foothold on the property ladder […]

The Flight Home

November 29, 2011

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The man checks his bags in at the airport Flying home to see family and friends Nearly missed the plane he caught Then his anger he would’ve had to vent But he made it in the nick of time Back to the land of his birth he flies In the air above the clouds he […]

Guinness, Bushmills and Sweet Oblivion

November 29, 2011

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He walks out of the house Too much weight on his mind He can’t think of much else Or the happiness he wants to find Too many problems created for him By others who are selfish to be These people who know nothing Because their eyes never see He though, his own worst enemy Falls […]

Left Behind

November 29, 2011

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A dark and windy day she has off No work today for her thank god But typical, she thinks to herself Wrapped up in her fleece she’s warmed She thinks on her friends, their life Happy and successful mostly they are For her she’d like a piece, a slice But out of reach this is […]

Shooting Star Passing By

November 28, 2011

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Walking home from work in the dark Late it is, close to midnight The job she hates a memory marked Where she always has to fight The same old thing she does each day Monotonous boredom rules her life No time for friends, no time for play No-one to take to, in so to confide […]