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The Ballad of the Harbour Bar

Said Willie to the Dazzler 

As they settled in the snug

We’ll take a pint of Bushmills malt

To fill yon claret jug

 

Then the silver jug was lifted 

And held to Dazzler’s lips

To celebrate the winning

Of the Open Championship

 

In the sunlight on tobaccoed walls

As gold on silver fills the west

In black and white and green and red

The mythic Georgie Best

 

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The Harbour Bar

Said Willie to the Dazzler 

As they settled in the snug

We’ll take a pint of Bushmills malt

To fill yon claret jug

 

Then the silver jug was lifted 

And held to Dazzler’s lips

To celebrate the winning

Of the Open Championship

 

In the sunlight on tobaccoed walls

As gold on silver fills the west

In black and white and green and red

The mythic Georgie Best

 

...

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Timeless Torment

In the blackest of your moments, wait with no fear 

Why do I feel your words and presence, so close and so near? 

Are we doing this again, communicating through signs?

How is this even possible, when I am no longer yours, and you are no longer mine?

It’s been six months, when will this end? 

I can still feel you, this connection won’t seem to bend 

If we were not soulmates, then ...

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The Walking Wounded

This very heart that is mine will forever remain undefinable to me

To express such a thing resembles water slipping through my fingers,

Forever you will remain a stranger to my true soul;

Were you to trace the entire relief of my heart with your finger, you still, would not know me anymore

I am a stranger to myself and to the world

You embody the essential passion of a man’s desire ...

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Six Nations Time

Six Nations wake from slumber

As winter turns to Spring

For tribal warfare on the pitch

It’s a Celts and Saxons thing

 

They’ll be singing hymns and arias

From the Tiber to the Tay

And the week feels that much longer

As we wait for Saturday

 

And the squads are called together

From places far and wide

There will be sunshine and foul weather

There will be shir...

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