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On Reverdie
Early enough in the mourning
I ventured out for a ramble
In a foreign place I laid down by a river for a rest
Fell asleep
And saw Aisling again
8 to 7 years later in Tubber Tintye
I soon remembered what I had spent 7 to 8 years nearly to the day
In forgetting
On a seat I sat me down and had a notion again
We talked about work, ice cream and v...
Monday 6th June 2011 3:43 pm
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