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Aug 2019
My brother Desmond slipped
on the buck rake that was being
pulled by a team of horses.

The **** on his leg bled like a
cut pig. My grandmother got
a slice of bread to cover it.

Pressed firmly and tied with a
rag, the bleeding stopped, in an
hour, she changed the dressing.
Ryan O'Leary
Written by
Ryan O'Leary  Mallow.
(Mallow.)   
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