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Oct 2010
The field at the back of the house:
last years’ lambs graze
on freshly topped thistles;
an old enamel bath
has replaced mother’s ***;
the tiny hamlet of trees gives shade,
as the blowfly lays eggs in their wool
and the butterflies on the cabbage.
Written by
Miceal Kearney
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