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FESTINE LENTE FESTINE LENTE Up the Green Road under an arch of sunlight & leaves I travel through Time & Space mastering speed. Balance still a little odd as I try to...cycle faster...keep up with my Dad who is forever far ahead calling: “Come on, Donall – that’s the lad! ” All that time I am that eternal summer always struggling to learn how to do 7 x Tables (tie my shoe) master bicycles. Down the Green Road under an arch of Time & Autumn I cycle faster with the wind behind me...calling to the man who languishes forever far behind me: “Come on, Dad...” “Take it easy, Donal lad! ” *** Festine Lente is the Latin for Hurry Slowly!
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Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 2:10 PM UTC
FESTINE LENTE FESTINE LENTE
FESTINE LENTE FESTINE LENTE Up the Green Road under an arch of sunlight & leaves I travel through Time & Space mastering speed. Balance still a little odd as I try to...cycle faster...keep up with my Dad who is forever far ahead calling: “Come on, Donall – that’s the lad! ” All that time I am that eternal summer always struggling to learn how to do 7 x Tables (tie my shoe) master bicycles. Down the Green Road under an arch of Time & Autumn I cycle faster with the wind behind me...calling to the man who languishes forever far behind me: “Come on, Dad...” “Take it easy, Donal lad! ” *** Festine Lente is the Latin for Hurry Slowly!
donall-dempsey
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Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 2:10 PM UTC
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