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Ireland 1965[My Irish Bretheren]
My Irish bretheren
were fat tub larded
sombrero priests
rattling with crucifixes and rattling junk
1965,i can remember
their pot bellied black cars
dawdling and chugging
thru country lanes
but it never rained holy water
were fat tub larded
sombrero priests
rattling with crucifixes and rattling junk
1965,i can remember
their pot bellied black cars
dawdling and chugging
thru country lanes
but it never rained holy water
Published 11th Apr 2012
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Anonymous
11th Apr 2012 12:53pm
I am not sure that I really get the references-but that is my own ignorance-its a great poem.
11th Apr 2012 1:16pm
i was a child 10 years old in 1965,and this is my image of rural eire of that time,roads priests etc
Anonymous
11th Apr 2012 2:06pm
Okay, it's really good. :-)
