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Cold Coffee's Back In Ireland

Cold Coffee they call him and only a few people know his real name, this odd fellow who raises pigs off the coast of Ireland and comes to town bouncing in his horse and wagon to buy supplies but not food because he eats from the harvest of his fields and a piglet now and then that he can't fatten up for market to take with his sows and boars that always bring a good price. He's been called Cold Coffee for decades now because as a lad he wanted to be as rich as Trump and sailed in steerage to America to make a wonderful fortune but then sailed home in just a month. Everybody would ask Cold Coffee why he didn’t stay and all he would ever say with his toothless smile was he missed his sows and boars and the only thing he got in America was a demitasse of cold coffee. Donal Mahoney

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