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(April 13,1939 - August 30, 2013 / Castledàwson, County Londonderry)

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My father worked with a horse-plough,
His shoulders globed like a full sail strung
Between the shafts and the furrow.
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  • * Sunprincess * (2/5/2014 8:54:00 PM)

    ........nice rhyming poem with great flow...

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  • Elena Sandu (1/26/2014 8:29:00 PM)

    First time to read this poem, carried away by the beauty and wonderful flow of this poem, I took it lightly without searching for its meanings. My heart breaks now as I realize how wrong I was. I can recognise now the huge pain brought by one of the worst sickness of our world. A bow of deepest sorrow.

  • Gajanan Mishra (1/26/2013 1:28:00 AM)

    I wanted to grow up. Thanks for this line.

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