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Oct 2016
Sitting and typing as the slow trickle cascades against the pale cast rim,
I ask what's after bringing me here.
Before we leave I wonder is it worth it;
then realising it always is.
No matter the grand or luxury of the night before,
my people are worth more.
Their presence is a force within each and every one of our inherent Gaelic being that cannot be quantified.
Here's to that.
Pádraig F
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Pádraig F  24/M
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