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In the Pub

by Nancy Clark
Eyes bright, this man of Ireland plays
His pipe, warm melody afrolic,
Notes as quick and sweet
As carbonated yellow butterflies.

Eyes closed, he pipes, a voice in pain
That surges from the centuries
And echoes in the glens, sad tones
That wilt like sighs from trampled roses.

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