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Ãire (Free verse) by TLRufener Somewhere in the world
There is a place for me;
It lies far away,
Across the great sea.
The landscape is perfect;
As the grass is always green.
The sky is always blue,
And the air is crystal-clean.
Stones are place carefully
In perfect rings;
And faeries watch over
The leprechauns that sing.
Rainbows cover the sky
Each and everyday,
And the end of each
A pot of gold lays.
Bagpipes and drums
Play in perfect harmony.
They echo from shore to shore;
From Cork City to Killarney.
The place of my heart
From North Shore to Kildaire;
Is the land of true pride;
Ãire, the Emerald Isle.
Up the ladder:
If I Were a Bird
Down the ladder:
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Posted: September 13, 2005 6:00 AM PDT; Last modified: September 13, 2005 6:00 AM PDTWeighted score: 4.7865834 Overall Rank: 11272 Comments:
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Tintagiles @ 198.164.250.155
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14-Sep-05/12:08 PM
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One point for the courage of writing a patriotic poem. Like almost every single other patriotic poem in the history of literature in all languages, it's crap.
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TLRufener @ 140.146.216.76
> Tintagiles
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14-Sep-05/2:59 PM
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Thank you.
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