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FREEDOM OF THE PRESS

If we were tomorrow’s headline
would we be missing lovers 
reported as lost without a trace
or simply declared guilty 
by the court of hearts and souls
traitors to the quest of love

have our stories to each other 
simply become yesterday’s news
like day old doughnuts
cheaper by the dozen

there was a time my love
when we planned our very lives  
on paper napkins
dreams were all that we could afford
the promise of fame and fortune mere gossip 
every sunrise a fresh new edition  

IRISH

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