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Jun 2014
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Oak blasts through the sodden earth,
Vine, vainly wraps with pale veins,
Bark of tree, serrated, cuts—
Vine dries up spinning.
Seán Mac Falls
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Seán Mac Falls  Éire
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     victoria, Timothy and Seán Mac Falls
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