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After Watching The Quiet Man

A movie set in Innisfree, 
so green and beautiful to see - 
the sun burned through the dew and mist,
but it was in my head - did not exist. 
Flaming redhead lass, you will be missed.

A voice from the old-country calls Dave,
and there's nothing left for me to save, 
in L.A, twenty-first century. 
Her voice sings a birdsong melody, 
and I leave this note no one will see.

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Sara Etgen-Baker

Date: 8/13/2025 4:39:00 PM

the makings of a novel, perhaps? Thought provoking....

Hilda Greenhough

Date: 8/13/2025 9:36:00 AM

This sounds like a movie script that waits to be published. Unwritten novels occasionally fly past my mind. The get has to get going

David Crandall
Date: 8/13/2025 10:10:00 AM

Hi Hilda, it's a little bit too close to The Quiet Man script to be wholly original, but then when I think about it, a lot of movies aren't that original.