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Aug 2018
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A telegraph pole is being
hugged by her leafy branches.
An expression of a mothers
pride at her wee cone who
was taken away in the storm,
but returned home years later.

Now, would you be looking
at him, a fine upright lad who
didn't  forget where he came
from and well connected
too, by the looks of him.
Ryan O'Leary
Written by
Ryan O'Leary  Mallow.
(Mallow.)   
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   sheila sharpe
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