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Feb 2018
A miracle in the menial,

neither mortal nor venial,

water waiting to be fetched,

arrows waiting to be fletched:

these two hands can **** or create,

known to love or burning hate.

This body was not made to perish,

but to feel and care and cherish.

In it there’s a timeless wisdom!

Though capable of loth and sickdom,

we must resist passivity’s charms,

and many needless New Age qualms––

in this epoch of cheap distraction,

O, should folk think just a fraction:

“life in bloom beyond a screen,

one of fairest things I’ve seen.”
Written with Alexander Constantine
( )
having stacked a bunch of wood.
Pádraig Ó Dálaigh
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Pádraig Ó Dálaigh  28/M/Paris
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