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Young Cavan Town
Where the road becomes a lane
Memories color the ivy a younger green
Laughter plays in the shadows of the White Fir
And for a moment everything that was is born again
Published 18th Jan 2020
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18th Jan 2020 8:33pm
Simple but powerful. It a story that has been told time and time again. Life and death. Or even memories that you hold most dear. We all want to remember the great times. I applaud you for speaking the truth in such a simple but yet effective way. Great writing and really makes me think.
