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May 2013
An entire world shredded,
By the fingers of greed.
Pathetic.

The Celtic Tiger,
Shone most brightly,
From the depths of the Atlantic.

Darwin would be proud.
But not even he could reap the benefits.
As they did.

The Celtic Tiger died.
But...
From the ashes wakes...
A child.

It is my burden,
To nourish it.
Graham Murphy
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