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Dublin?s loss
by Peter William Stamp
Dublin?s somehow greyer
The edge gone off the ?craic?
Stout tastes slightly flat
In a bar, yer man thinks back
?What?s missing here, what?s gone?
A glow was here, a smile
That girl last night - where?s she?
She lit the room a while"
"Her man?s a lucky fellah
To be with her all night
Sure's not the same without her!?
Aye ? I reckon he?s right.
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