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Pangs of exile

Pangs of exile In the season of the fallen leaf Pangs of exile, pangs of grief Should I join the expat web? I will still receive The Sheaf Pangs of exile, pangs of grief I listen to a foreign tongue The sound goes on the evening long Oh to hear the name O’Keefe - Pangs of exile, pangs of grief - - Murphy, Kelly or O’Reilly, Barry, Binchy, Casey, Miley - Pangs of hunger, rhyming monger - Oh to hear the Dublin scouse Or to see St Margaret’s house In Kilbarrack, Dublin 5 All gone now but still a hive Of people from the past In Warsaw I may be the last Remembering……… In the season of the fallen leaf Pangs of exile, pangs of grief I can’t go back I must go on - Like Beckett I will go on - In exile….

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Date: 4/10/2020 4:15:00 PM
Not sure I read it well...but I like the feeling you put into the write...concerning the fallen leaf...
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