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Jun 2015
He's no poet.
His words are brash
And his actions are blunt.
He sees blocks of colour
Without varying shades.
He worships at altars of science
Rather than mother nature.
He shys away from
Overwhelming emotion
And hides behind
Facts and figures.
He's not a hearts and flowers
Kind of man
More spleen and moss
niamh
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niamh  Ireland
(Ireland)   
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