Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Homeless In Dublin Comments

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The old man moves along Grafton Street in his worn-out rags,
All he possesses, he carries in his coat pocket and in plastic bags.
In his mind, he is wondering where he will settle for the night,
In the Phoenix Park, outside the Dáil, sure that would be all right.
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Ming Murphy 22 January 2016

Sad poem well written

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Ming Murphy 22 January 2016

Very sad the truth and reality of this poem well written

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