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Ciaran Burke
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Lonely on bridge of old, walk past bridge of new, summer wind blowing cold, nothing is what they do, huddled into a fold, charity […]
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Golden liquids, white topping blackempty vessels and glasses half fullnight around the table, sitting highbonded by the past, union of the reunited […]
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Magheramenagh, 26th may 2018 Dry sandy ribs line the still wet greyand forgotten pools reflect the timeless stonessurrounded by a ring of […]