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Feb 2014
From out of the smoke,
And impromptu silences,
A lone piper plays at reels,
Beyond the borders, his knees
In a trinity of keys, breaching
Low dun black ****** hearts,
The public house is enclosed
Out in the open, under a plow
Of mossy stars, peat and bog,
Wrapped, within chanters throat.
Seán Mac Falls
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Seán Mac Falls  Éire
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     Michael, Done, ---, Timothy and Seán Mac Falls
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