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CHAOIN SÉ UISCE A CHINN (HE WAS IN FLOODS OF TEARS) The doctor wrote out a prescription for tears. I was all out of tears. "Here!" the Doc said in his off-hand doctor-ish way. "Cry these three times a day. Once in the morning...twice in the afternoon and all night...alright?" He looked at me distrustfully. "Only cry real tears mind... cutting onions doesn't count!" Despair gnawed upon my soul as if it were a stinking bone and Despair a wild dog. Despair growled slowly showing its teeth every time I tried to take it away from him. "Oh, and....you must only cry in Irish!" "Will that cure me?" I asked without hope. "No!" he said with a laugh. Honest at last. "But it will somehow help and what else are eyes for?"
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Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 9:56 AM UTC
CHAOIN SÉ UISCE A CHINN(HE WAS IN FLOODS OF TEARS)
CHAOIN SÉ UISCE A CHINN (HE WAS IN FLOODS OF TEARS) The doctor wrote out a prescription for tears. I was all out of tears. "Here!" the Doc said in his off-hand doctor-ish way. "Cry these three times a day. Once in the morning...twice in the afternoon and all night...alright?" He looked at me distrustfully. "Only cry real tears mind... cutting onions doesn't count!" Despair gnawed upon my soul as if it were a stinking bone and Despair a wild dog. Despair growled slowly showing its teeth every time I tried to take it away from him. "Oh, and....you must only cry in Irish!" "Will that cure me?" I asked without hope. "No!" he said with a laugh. Honest at last. "But it will somehow help and what else are eyes for?"
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Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 9:56 AM UTC
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