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Mar 2013
I sit on my porch, the sky is dropping
As I pour my tea.  The day was lit
With paint and brush, now my face
Is lighted by the round full joy
Of the shining moon, I see
Him in my filling cup.
Seán Mac Falls
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Seán Mac Falls  Éire
(Éire)   
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