St Pats 77
Moments pass as they wait
Following strands of braided fate
Slowly moving split cells
Keeping us from shouting yells
Holding for the visions dear
That always start this time of year
To keep me going near
The whisper maker of my ear.
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Wm Paul | Year Posted 2012
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