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Feb 2016
irish luck... word salad...
something in between...
an hour minded;
irish luck is... a potato famine;
clap... the irish are waiting for applause
and a drowning man's paddle!
they're irish by the way...
they're hardly designating continental shifts:
with the icelandic harbingers of hope...
reduced to a clover:
i said luck... didn't i? clover four wings
and keep the rest asking.
Written by
Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
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