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Saoirse don Phalaistín!
I’d love to lull
my little lad
so tenderly
to dreamy sleep,
to cradle my
wee baby boy,
to hold him close,
then, when he’s quiet,
to lay him in
his comfy cot,
but your Jimmy
and your Jenny
follow orders,
genocide
is what they do:
hope you’re happy,
hope you’re proud,
that from England’s
pleasant land,
your sons and daughters
sent us dea...
Friday 20th June 2025 12:27 pm
shelter '76
along the length of a blue dusting lung busting puckered roof
and fingers the gaps where once there was glass
wire veined, designed to resist
a boot, a fist a flick of the wristy bone
trebuchet yet now carpeting this concrete nest
of surly youth in a crystal expression of boys
when they are bored
nowhere better then than this Park Drive smo...
Tuesday 3rd September 2013 9:37 pm
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