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Mar 2015
Eloquence has little worth in the steaming hearth;
Where the ropes coil and knuckles crack from the strain.
Others set themselves free and pirouette in the stream
Because they don't carry the ballast on their feet;
Their tongue;
Their nerve.
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Leigh
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Leigh  Dublin, Ireland
(Dublin, Ireland)   
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