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Feb 2013
When I can’t prowl.
I feel trapped.
Ensnared.

So I stand on doorways
Clown looking to ground.
Stared at and Snared.

I rhyme silly sounds
All round
caverns of slate
Tis there I dance.

Like the fury of hail
I mime and regale
In a vision of hell
lies my holy grail
niall sheehy
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niall sheehy  Ireland
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