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If I should die,
And you should live—
And time should gurgle on—
And morn should beam—
And noon should burn—
As it has usual done—
If Birds should build as early
And Bees as bustling go—
One might depart at option
From enterprise below!
’Tis sweet to know that stocks will stand
When we with Daisies lie—
That Commerce will continue—
And Trades as briskly fly—
It makes the parting tranquil
And keeps the soul serene—
That gentlemen so sprightly
Conduct the pleasing scene!
'Tis true what they say,
May your glass be half-full,
I discovered the same
In a quaint Irish pub.

On leaving that evening
I pulled on my mac,
The wind was wet
And pushing my back.

Pushing's surely
An understatement,
It drove so hard
My face met the pavement.
And I could hear Molly singing:
And the road rose up to meet me.

There was no sun
To blame for my face,
The burn on my skin
Was a shameless disgrace.

The road home that night
Was all downhill,
But with hard rain that night
I was trudging uphill.

There's plenty
Of work
For this man's hands,
For the luck of the Irish
Is a tourism scam.

As for being in heaven
A half hour ahead
Of Ole Lucifer knowing
That I'm ten minutes dead;
I'm sure he'll be keening
At the foot of my bed.

Dad always said
Being Irish was grand,
If you're in North America
And not Ireland.
Repost. Don't get green on me.
Every morning he loads a single bullet into his revolver,
He spins the chamber and places the barrel to his skull,
Pulling the hammer back and pulling the trigger in symbiosis.
CLICK
Another day survived.
Some days he isn't so lucky.
BANG
As she fires wrath and rage,his revolver belittles his integrity,he struggles to maintain his cool and leaves.
We tell him playing Russian roulette with a loose cannon is dangerous.
He replies "I love her"
We relate to this vested interest in the notion of affection versus considerable loss of self and wish him luck.
Inspired by a friend in a tight spot.
Doesn't matter
if your eyes
are brown,
hazel or green;

they remain
pellucid pools
into which
I want to dive;

living
possibilities
I yearn
to explore;

mysteries
only I can
illuminate.

Allow me
to try.
   ~mce
rp
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