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Dec 2018
One never knows what's
to be found at the market!

Oftentimes, outside the
counter due to proximate
shoulder bumping, an
accidental eavesdrop or
the eye catching glimpse
of an angelic stall holder.

Somethings we always
neglect to include in our
shopping lists, but we
never have to use our
loaf to remember bread.

It's as simple as A.B.C.
This is a poem I wrote for
Evonne, who works at the
Alternative Bread Company
at The English Market in Cork
where they use Angel dust
instead of yeast.
Ryan O'Leary
Written by
Ryan O'Leary  Mallow.
(Mallow.)   
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