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by Peter HumphreysAt last!
Adrift in bog sea
bog and self
on the road defined again.
Sinister pines shape the sky
in Glenamoy
an edge on space.
As the sun set,
I cut the last few miles
across the surge. 08/05/2005 Posted on 08/05/2005
Copyright © 2024 Peter Humphreys
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| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 11/08/05 at 05:46 AM ...and there's no place like it, home! A ways back I was looking into a public house for sale in the village, a place on N59 coastal road. Know it? Cheers, Peter. |
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