NaPoWriMo Day 15 (Remove filter)
Irish Logic
I’ll tell you all a story from a time not long ago,
of a farmer up in north-west Donegal.
It was almost harvest time when he was dealt a body blow,
and I’ll tell it to you just as I recall.
He was working on his tractor, and I heard an awful yell,
when his fingers became caught in the machine;
as the blood streamed to the ground I thought this won’t turn out so well,
‘cau...
Monday 15th April 2019 6:40 pm
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