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Apr 2014
Haze of cloud, light rain dropping cauls—
And nowhere is betraying sun to be seen,
Drowned streets, are pathways of shawl,
Low scapes of shun— wind caries a keen.
Seán Mac Falls
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Seán Mac Falls  Éire
(Éire)   
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