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Sep 2016
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In the lowland fens at the worlds end,
Like the ferryman, a blue heron waits,
Eyes of dragon fly, hover, over still water,
His legs are the oars rowing to the dead.
Seán Mac Falls
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Seán Mac Falls  Éire
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