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Sep 2010
Valentines Day — 349,440 hours
I’ll have been with you then.  
Since that first second
I became a fisherman.
A hungry fisherman.
Casting my nets into the empty sea.
Nets full of holes

that I get stuck in.
Too hungry to express
how full you make me.
But I promise you this —
I will learn how to write poetry
so I can.
Written by
Miceal Kearney
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