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Seán Mac Falls Mar 2015
*** holes dressing street  .  .  .
Bombshell puddles angels left,
  .  .  .  Bird baths in the road.
Aaron Mullin Nov 2014
For Michael, a warrior and an inspiration*

You look at me like I'm weak
I am
Weakness is bending
Not breaking
It's how I show my strength

You look at me like I'm dark
I am
Darkness is brightness
Not reflecting
It's how I show I'm light

You look at me like I'm ill
I am
Illness is health
Not refracting
I call it the illness advantage
It's a mad, mad world...

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