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Jun 2012
Red is my ale,
Like the red of her hair,
Crowds in the pub, shuffle
And dart and all around is merriment,
Looking into my bottomless pint,
Facing the bars closing—
My muted voice mumbles,
Sighs, welled with sinking eyes,
Silent as my prayer.
Seán Mac Falls
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Seán Mac Falls  Éire
     Seán Mac Falls, --- and Kayla
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