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a new way of looking at... writings >> sean honea >> emerald |
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An emerald girl of an irish isle... I met her watching memories The screen beamed on We talk anon, between scattered loads of laundry... A funny thing, to set one’s life, to meet one watching memories And drink the stars and charts the skies To see if and withal her future lies... While looking back... I smile and laugh And wonder somewhat wearily... If this keeps up... I may be left to dress In only well-worn memories |