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Nov 2019
I attended school in the latter
mid of this last century.

It was even before Ireland
went into the EEC.

We were almost 100% Catholic
back then, and no foreigners.

None of us had ever seen a
black person, we had no TV.

Yet, on every counter top was
a box collecting for black babies.

Our town was called Magh Allah
in Irish, yet we'd no idea of Arabic.

Only twelve miles away, there was
another town with a Muslim name.

It is called Kan Turk, though Baltimore
Cork was sacked by Algerians 16th C.

Still, there was not a trace of a Minaret
anywhere, round towers yes, no Mosques.

All of this I found confusing, because our
teacher was called Maw Shea De Hulla.
Ryan O'Leary
Written by
Ryan O'Leary  Mallow.
(Mallow.)   
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