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1d
insurection day
it twas evereth the 14th
and ladle had stilled consequence
perceptive decorum and froth's
constable would, could naught
cold heart and battled ****
bequeath to thee
a brothersome free
door and locksey
leashed a board in mercy
a wait, as bait, beside boyhood fate
to undress against
shallowed peasant
four returned to Ireland
bedside and tired
blankets paging in grass
ant's weary temperment at gas
a home a key
a star left he
the all might and his coward
to run the knights
round to Britain
i and i only minors scribes
have told in telling
of poor bottoms swelling
Copyright © kevin mathenia | Year Posted 2025

The Irish contingent in America will continue removing administration for requiring others to feel pity in allegiance. My fold has infinite spending ability to replenish liberty from my words to the hand held without sighs.

My brother and I shower in the same shower in jail and see no difference in daylights absence.

I encourage Irish diligence by reading duty
An Irish play

Synopsis
A comic tale that starts when two policemen sneak off for a quiet pint whilst supposed to be on duty. A colleague enters the pub only to find his two superiors very clearly under the influence and a melee ensues.
Written by
kevin  44/M/california
(44/M/california)   
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