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Oct 2012
The ruddy footworn path is wild and long,
Tracing down all of my woodland years,
Shorter in front, longer behind, fading song,
Was its form cut by me or the grazing deer?
Seán Mac Falls
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Seán Mac Falls  Éire
(Éire)   
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