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A lament don Ghaeilge A language in my Blood but not - on my tongue. The prose and poetry of my ancestors fallen - on deaf ears. When did we accept this anglicized assonance, to marr the seanchaithe tale of soil and air? The Land of Saints and Scholars - speaking words from others tongues.
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Jun 7, 2019
Jun 7, 2019 at 8:33 AM UTC
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A lament don Ghaeilge A language in my Blood but not - on my tongue. The prose and poetry of my ancestors fallen - on deaf ears. When did we accept this anglicized assonance, to marr the seanchaithe tale of soil and air? The Land of Saints and Scholars - speaking words from others tongues.
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Jun 7, 2019
Jun 7, 2019 at 8:33 AM UTC
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