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Mar 6
I do wonder at what my
Dark Rosaleen would
be thinking of her green
ocean that turned blue.
I bet you she’d be sighing
deeply and even weeping.

What of the ebbing priests
looking for bobbing buoys
in the tide or Nano Nagle
bridging Cork’s River Lee but
without any sous vetements.
And 0.0% communion wine.

But worst of all being the
royal popes ill health and
no amount of rosaries  by
the faithful are working nor
any statues moving during
the Lenten fast and Ramadan.
Ryan O'Leary
Written by
Ryan O'Leary  Mallow.
(Mallow.)   
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