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Galway
- Paul Follo
- Jul 3, 2018
- 1 min read
Roaring like the African lion at 4 am,
greyer than some Belfast flats,
void of the sights of the south,
and banished are the parks of green.
Take me to quiet town, the
one in Longford, the one
I lived 100 years ago.
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