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The Word Made Flesh
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see!
poet,
listen, look!
now here she is,
dispelling the gloom,
love the magician’s spells
make those angel voices heard.
the word made flesh, amongst us dwells,
love conquers all, she’s claimed the last word.
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Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh, 2nd December, 2024.
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