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1d
My grandfather used to
sup from a saucer, and
he called milk, colouring.

The term of quench the
light endured long after
he got the electric city.

Food had to be respected,
his peaky tweed was always
doffed and put on a kneecap.
Ryan O'Leary
Written by
Ryan O'Leary  Mallow.
(Mallow.)   
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