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Slainte

(For Lepp.)


We first spoke
in three word
inspiration
I
the annoying
newcomer
who's
affinity
for simple sentence
mocked
Your Deeper thought

guidance
by peers
swaths
of secret gardens
held every
fruit
that could be plucked
from a forlorn
fantastical realm

corners whipped
sly
by L shapes
defend
with offense
as part
of a world
you own

time
how quick
the sand
sold you honest
as soldier
guiding endless
masses
deft
and on to Guardian

I swear
one could hear
the trad
march
and glasses raise
on every street

Harps and guitars
fiddle
my friend
lively
that atmosphere
hear
the banter
singing
Seven drunken nights
I know
your smile
Seamus

I've walked the Holy ground
of St. Fintans
to visit
a God
just missing you
by a
few simple grains

what I know is...
good eggs are rare
so many go
hopes pray
forever
that a "hat tip"
collects
what is deserved



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