Life Erin Poems

Can we talk about this real quick?
I'm never going to leave Erin.
She...she is my anchor to the center of the universe.
Without her I would fly...

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I think that new bras
Are actually made of
Barbed wire and razors...

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At some Sweet Point in Your Youth
Through Travel Guides beguiled
Searching for Existential Truth
You dreamt of Erin Isles

You longed a quite, simple life
Away form Hectic Glances
Attempt...

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At Ben Bulben’s feet Sligo stands
The home of such creative hands

Where poet William Yeats did grow.
The Nobel Prize his poems did know.

On my trip to...

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From tiny gals with itty-bitty bippies
to larger ladies with super-dooper droopers,
we curse the “men” who design underwire iron maidens.

My “pointers” don’t bounce
(as a friend observed),
so...

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The question on

       everyone's mind,

   will there be justice for Erin?

     A littel...

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