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A drink in an Irish bar 2nd visit

{While walking down Connolly's chosen drag}

I chew my thinking

{Wasting sad lost time}

and with drink

point fingers that with

hidden levity choose

{my tomorrow's eating}

the wet poisin

with aplomb.

{bless the 12 who also drank}

 

photo and words  T H Carroll

 

 

 

 

 

◄ A drink in an Irish bar

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