The Gaoler Poem by Paul Larmour

The Gaoler



Every time i close my eyes
I see him standing there
Blubbering like the child he is
With a tear-soaked face he pleads
To be let out
But he has'nt been out for years
And the world has changed
A lot since then
Or is it me
(or i'm i living by a false clock)

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Paul Larmour

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Northern Ireland
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