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AHHHH HORATIO I HARDLY KNEW YA! me stuck up in the air somewhere in oh I don't know '63 or '64 Nelson on his pillars chatting to a sea gull all Dublin spread before us like a living map shops like tiny boxes people like full stops 166 or was it 168 steps for 6 old pennies panting for the view here be the Wicklow Mts., there the Mournes seeing how a bird sees over there there's rain though there's no rain here everything crystal clear all this of course before the statue got itself blown up just in time for the anniversary of the Easter Rising Nelson nothing now but a pile of rubble brought down to street level his head stolen by persons unknown a ballad where Nelson once stood "Up went Nelson in auld Dublin!" me forever stuck up in the air
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Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 8:56 PM UTC
AHHHH HORATIO I HARDLY KNEW YA!
AHHHH HORATIO I HARDLY KNEW YA! me stuck up in the air somewhere in oh I don't know '63 or '64 Nelson on his pillars chatting to a sea gull all Dublin spread before us like a living map shops like tiny boxes people like full stops 166 or was it 168 steps for 6 old pennies panting for the view here be the Wicklow Mts., there the Mournes seeing how a bird sees over there there's rain though there's no rain here everything crystal clear all this of course before the statue got itself blown up just in time for the anniversary of the Easter Rising Nelson nothing now but a pile of rubble brought down to street level his head stolen by persons unknown a ballad where Nelson once stood "Up went Nelson in auld Dublin!" me forever stuck up in the air
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Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 8:56 PM UTC
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