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Elegy: by Fiona

Blue eyes. Dark hair, too long with a slight curl. 
Belly over his belt. Short legs,size ten feet. Irish catholic, lapsed but believing. 
Four children, one wife.  A Story teller and story lover.  A pocketful of pens and chalk, a betting slip.  A cold day. He’s long gone.


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