“The Time Spent in Dublin”
The fearful Dedalus etched,
The fearful Taygasus Kalimera,
A calamari fried cheese pomegranate,
Of good stock built with utmost caliber,
Clear, blue eyes approaching the dock,
For the miles of nuanced talk,
About times when all was not a lot,
Before the breezes blew ratcheting,
Porticos of seashells and beaded hair.
by Ben Bussewitz MM
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