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Jun 2014
In a past life she was a mermaid.
Her eyes seaweed green;
bright watery globes,
flecks of aquamarine.

Bones made of coral,
and skin from wet sands.
She devoured lost sailors
and made treasure their hands.

She rolled with the waves
of the great Celtic Sea,
and pulled with the undertow
β€˜round County Kerry.

I know this quite well,
β€˜cause in my past life
I was a drunk Irishman --
she was my wife.
Leonard Sine
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Leonard Sine
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