Another gem from our poet. This one was on a lamp post at the corner of Cuffe st and Wexford st.
This one reads;
in two those planes flew high
a summer heat, an august heat
a hotel pile on the third street
a march to burn a rotten man
a lazy quiet wasted plan
three more planes flew by
two more years to die
auriol's long slow goodbye
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