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Poems and prose written between March 20th, 2009-2010 |
| Irish setter for Kathleen To be drawn to the fawn dawn dust, to be lost among those ghostly motes, to be Irish waiting for the English to leave. O to be patient and still persevere, to lust long for some other reality, to be free of this leash and my master. © Kåre Enga [166.163] 2009-08-06 |