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Oct 2023
ONE NEVER KNOWS WHEN ONE WILL FIND A KNIFE
( for Andy )

Came to fork in road.
Stopped: picked it up: pocketed it.
Night falling...kept on walking.

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I actually did find a fork at a fork in the road...how surreal I thought...how so real. I was waking 40 miles and it was getting dark and I thought ya never know I might find the knife that goes with it. It was good silver and I had it for about 20 years before it got lost in a house change. I used it as a paperweight to hold down poems. After I lost it the poems just flew out the window. I had gone down to a field in Offaly in order to do a parachute jump but there was never a clear sky to do so. The first time a clear sky appeared out of the blue I was one person away from going up and coming down but the clouds came and I never got to jump!  I was so psyched up with the jumping that I had to walk it out of me or my body would have exploded. On the long walk home it was that I met the fork.
Donall Dempsey
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Donall Dempsey  Guildford
(Guildford)   
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   Nick Moore
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