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On Precipitation How is it that I never learned any of that language? People too are like language: never experiment! The ones I kept in bottles are in bottles still. Brighter now. Stroh Violin You would ring at one o’clock every Sunday, Its sound is a guide for the perplexed – Now it’s one or a little after. This is not sad. Just play that stroh violin and be glad. Laurence O’Dwyer won the 2005 Hennessy New Irish Writing Award for poetry. He holds a PhD in paradigms of memory formation from Trinity College Dublin and is a research fellow at Goethe University. contact |
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