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Mar 15
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Adrift for over fifty years,
feeling like a bit of debris
washed up on the shore
just waiting to be pickled
up by the beachcombers.

Discarded into a blue refuse
tidy-town bag aborted by a
cruel sea or disabled *****
in a clear knotted ******
looking at the hungry gulls.
Ryan O'Leary
Written by
Ryan O'Leary  Mallow.
(Mallow.)   
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