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cnoc dubh

The dork just stood there, Man! Peeling back his mask Then folding it back down again. What a chancer! Breaking in klangers; Tip toeing through hoops; Belching on tap; Crapping on sand paper; Bleaching hot tap, With water-eye presentation Flown from afar In the cargo hold for Mr. Black, Mount Nero; Cnoc Dubh. What's the fuzz? what's the craic? Let him have it In 2's and 3's End of: 'Life's a breeze' Corporate jingomuggery Daylight shrubbery Catchall quantum thuggery "Put him back in the hold" Goodbye Mr.Black, Mount Nero; Cnoc Dubh. What's the craic? What the fuzz?
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jinjahman
Irish
Published
Jul 30, 2010
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perhaps a hint of disdain for Chancers, though we've all been there in one form or another, so a sliver of respect at the same time!!

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