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Mar 2014
City lights, synthetic lives, statues made of stone
Sweet nation who stood proud and tall
lies naked on the floor.
Her pants around her ankles
an aching in her gut.
For our sweet lonely nation
she never was a ****.
Peter Cullen
Written by
Peter Cullen  Clane Co.Kildare Ireland
(Clane Co.Kildare Ireland)   
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